Many Words

There are many words,
flowing through my head.
Most of the time my minds alive,
other times, it's brain dead.

When that happens,
there's one way to reply.
Start writing down everything,
all the truths plus one lie,

for when words flow,
out of this old mouth,
it means I've lost my way,
my words, headed South.

I'd like to stay,
and chat for a bit,
but my body is aching,
and my brain is unfit.