WOAH. A rhyme scheme.

[What follows is mind vomit, but I do like to rhyme once in a while.]

What do you say
to get the time
to sit and type
and sit and rhyme?
The words stare back;
what could you do,
were you to find
the seconds flew?
exhaustion laying
on my mind
like loads of bricks--
the heavy kind.
With too much here
and too much there,
my mind just goes out
anywhere.