Racing Mind Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

When comes a nap,
When comes a rest,
Countless seeds on the soil,
Amidst my spirit and soul I toil,
Insatiable hell taking more breath,
More tears for Oliver's earth.
Even when night slumber me away,
I realized am still awake,
Still sowing in a blue space.

When comes a nap,
When comes a rest,
When this whirlwind,
Still abides in my chest?
My mind,
Always at war with my skull
And this, hurts me deep,
When I have some books to read.