No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Sometimes, this brain of mine
Can be a nightmare swirl of
Forgotten emails,
Looming deadlines,
Manic shifts from mood to mood
A cacophony of sensory confusion
And the feeling of impending doom
But sometimes 
Just sometimes 
This fizzy lizard brain 
Will latch on to something new and fun
And run 
And run 
And run 
And run
So yeah, deadlines are my enemy, and my executive function’s rubbish
But I have several sonnets memorised
And taught myself Old English
Sure, I wish I had some say
In which direction it points next,
But hey, I have a tonne of bird facts
And so many a weird flex