Embracing the Mush

My brain feels soft, a mushy heap,
Thoughts all jumbled, not a peep.
Ideas slip like grains of sand,
I reach for thoughts, but they won’t stand.

Once so bright with spark and flare,
Now they float like leaves in air.
A foggy cloud, a heavy weight,
Every simple task feels like fate.

Words get tangled, lost in space,
I search for them, but can’t keep pace.
It’s hard to focus, hard to think,
Just like a drink that’s gone to sink.

But in this mush, a calm does creep,
A cozy blanket, soft and deep.
Though thoughts may sway, and focus drift,
I find some peace, a little gift.

So here I sit, with brain a mess,
Embracing chaos, I must confess.
Through all the mush, I’ll take my time,
And find the sense in this silly rhyme.