Teh inside of me head on >bord<

My brain says "off"
and so I obey
I study all night
but I sleep the whole day

The dawn that I dread
interrupts the dreams in my head
and I wake up a grump
my pillows neither fat nor plump

The dawn greets me with no sun
Just the dark twilight before the day hour
awaiting the world to awaken
though he knows my thoughts are sour

And if only life was simple
If only we could all relax
Just let the media float away
Only then can we taste life's true snacks

(and I could sleep later too)

the blowing up in my head
a bomb goes off
because you stuffed too much stuffing
into the balloon called my head
and like the air you breath
so do I
but the things you try to stuff in this balloon
just won't comply
there's too much mathmatical slander
blured across my white sheet
and as I try to comprehend it
I seem to be under defeat.
And even more stuffing goes in
but babbel leaks out
would you like to add a seasoning?
I bet you would without a doubt
just stuffedy-stuff-stuff goes the mush in my head
and you take your spoon and mix it like battered bread
do not forget when my balloon grows too big it will pop
and explode
and out goes your stuffing
back where it goes.