This feeling of confusion
As words need sorting out,
My thoughtless brain has left me
With a poem, now in doubt,
No beginning can I find,
The end nowhere in sight,
Inspiration`s gone on holiday
I wish I`d joined the flight.

Oh, brain what are you doing?
Little information can I get,
I am almost clueless
Work a cell, so I can fret.
Did you develop a 'slow' switch
I flicked accidentally? ,
At least give me the power
To investigate and see.

Meanwhile I`m sat with a pen
Not knowing what to do,
I can`t even write a paragraph,
So, I`ll say `night `night to you.

Afterthought,

Now my eyes are closing
Will a happy dream be seen? ,
Not by the way my brain`s behaving
I`m sure it`s far too mean.