Sitting by a flowing stream feels like a tiny hit of dopamine

Especially when my mind is like the rushing water

Endlessly flowing with racing thoughts

Fighting for attention in my stream of consciousness

Except it feels like there’s a dam in my mind, holding all the water in

Who built the dam, I don’t recall

I vigorously try to reach inside

For the twigs and logs and sticks in my mind

I want to toss them off to the woods, where they belong

Breathe in… breathe out, the water’s whisper says

Despite the rush of her sound, she takes her time

She flows so freely, she’s got no where to be

Before long, my thoughts are drowned out by her song,

The dam is released, and I am set free