So, you tell me 
Is it a blessing or is it a curse 
Should the tide be left on its own accord 
Or should it be overflowed by this verse 

Impulses running wild 
In my brain
Pushing synapses to their final rattle
Up to the tiniest strain

In an overwhelming tremble and shiver
Beyond reasonable control 
Is there an escape, a haven so safe 
That puts to rest one’s suffering soul 

All the thoughts felt
Every single jerk of a muscle 
Unable to move 
In an unwanted hassle 

Like with the poles
Or the west and the east
The transmitter and the receiver
In a never ending battle of the good and the beast

If I was to command the mind 
Would I be wise
If I was to command the heart 
What would be the prize 

So, you tell me 
Is it a blessing or is it a curse 
Should the tide be left on its own accord 
Or should it be overflowed by this verse