Life in my head

My thoughts race to the front of my head like angry people shouting and pushing through the crowd
Everything on top of everything since the first spark of light
Everything on top of everything since the dawn of things
My mind is cluttered and I need boxes
Boxes for the things that shouldn't be out of their boxes
Things brought by the ireful
I feel the tingle in my arms down to the tips of my fingers
I can't hear the crowd anymore
The angry mob is still shouting
but I can't hear them 
or see them through the smoke.