Information Overload

My head is full of ideas
My quill will never loose ink
My mind doesn't have an off switch
Just think think think

So many compartments
So many things to say
So many things I want to write
Each and every day

Creativity and artistry
Is embedded in my soul
I believe in originality
Individuality the only goal

My mind works at an incredible rate
It has to I'm a working mother
I'm constantly having to organise
My little diamond and her big brother

It's bulging with information
I should really have a clear out
Dump unimportant memories
Get rid before I have to shout

If only I could back it up
In my own little external drive
Then I wouldn't be so forgetful
And it would be easier to survive

I could just plug it it when I need it
Retrieve the information required
No birthdays will be forgotten
No longer will I be hard wired

Facts and figures spin round my little head
Words flutter by my blue eyes
Im surprised my CPU still works
Decades old bit still wise

My head is full of words
My pen will never run dry
They just need organising into sentences
Then my mind will truly fly