All this feeling trapped in this tiny room,
my head preparing for its greatest doom.
The words come at me,
the feelings strike,
the memories roll me,
like wheels on a bike.
All these things mix
with the thoughts of the day.
They jumble up my dreams,
ruin what I say.
Now I know why the room-brain is so very small:
because my heart is big.
That is all.
Dublin, Ireland
