Gears And Wheels

The gears turn and twist,

as the wheels begin to turn in my head.

grinding together,

causing bitter head aches.

Whispering answers,

as I scribble answers for an honors test.

Screaming and laughing at jokes,

thought to be funny.

Letting my gears and the wheels run free,

spinning at their our pace.

Letting creativity overcome me,

as I let my pen scrawl black ink.

And when the day ends,

I let the spins slow.

As I let the steam blow off,

from the friction in my head.

So when night comes,

the wheels can turn in my head again.

Creating my dreams,

creating my reality for the days to come.