At The End Of The Day

At the end of the day.
After the creative juices have flown.
And blown.
Mayhem.  Exuberance.  Turbulence. Flow.
Thoughts that trail to the next.
The high that will not draw back.
The unexpected fall like the Judge Roy Scream.

I find it necessary to say goodbye to myself.
And find something not mine.
Something not trying to burst through.

But, something to listen to.
Read it until I wooze off into sleep.

Okay!  Off to read! :-)
Bit by bit :-)