An open page

It is not often I find myself with a clear mind. No, this is not one of those times. Rather, this is one of those times when so much in my head is vying for attention, it is all somewhat unnerving. I had meant to write a simple piece, a few lines noting the beauty of a crisp clear moon in my summer sky. Instead, I find myself unable to think beyond one line of thought. If I were playing a word association game, it would be an overloaded, blow the circuits victory. One thought reminds me of another and yet another and they don’t seem to stop. Is there something wrong here or should I just hope it is a flash of brilliance in an otherwise dull mind; plodding, usually, along in the day trying to remember why it was I needed to get out of bed. I know the answer; I merely need to find it among the flood of thoughts pandering for attention. Ah, there it is. I’m supposed to say “Good Morning!” now. I would if it didn’t remind me it was afternoon.