The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

I don't have the energy to open my mind.

Thinking has been difficult for me lately.
I don't find time for anything,
Probably the solution is to simply stop doing so many things,
Something simple, but the solution is not to lie to me.

No,
I,
Simply,
I just can't...

Leave it alone,
I just can't stop,
I just need stones,
But I have so many that I don't know how to use them.....

I will go to sleep,
After all I need time,
Why do I always talk about time, about sleep, about rhymes?
I also need a rhyme.

Maybe coming up with ideas three times a day makes you run out of them,
Although I could perfectly talk about a butterfly,
Going to collect nectar but,
Without being able to get everything she wanted, can't fly that much...

Because if she tries to reach the top,
She will probably end up stopping, and going down...

Because I don't have the energy to do so many things,
And do them well,
Because my wings will break,
And I will fall...

I can't open my mind like an umbrella,
I can't handle so many wounds...