as far as the eye could see

i have so much crap up in my head
i put it elsewhere
in my notebook under the pillow
in my scrap paper under the mattress
in my phone when i fidget
in my laptop when its needed
in my screwball hand under the stairs
in cups filled with black coffee
in my calendar at office
in almost all the things i touch

i have so much crap in my head
so many things i wanna say

no internet access in satwa
that is why
when i shift to deira
ill fill you up again
with crap from my head
as far as the eyes could feel.