Tricks In My Brain Poem by John Sensele

Lover, I need a break
To consult my chaplain
Cos I can no longer stand the earthquake.

My sanity don't think fake
Although doubts still remain
Lover, I need a break

Or else I'll make a mistake
As fickle feelings I can't any more contain
Cos I can no longer stand the earthquake.

Am I fake or awake?
Seems tricks are terrorizing my brain
Lover, I need a break.

Let me visit my lover's lake
To clear my strain in the rain
Cos I can no longer stand the earthquake.

Lover, my brain don't wreck
Or else you'll lose my gregarious grain
Cos I need a break
Since I can no longer stand the earthquake.