My Mind Is Fuzzy

My mind is fuzzy,
can't write a clear thought.
Perhaps I need more than
the egg rolls I bought.

A small light appears,
in the back of my mind.
A fresh word is seen.
I hope it will find,

a new path home,
so, my head will clear.
It may not last, but
I still think of you dear.

When there aren't any words,
to write about life changes,
there are only so many,
words which work with exchanges,

for a peaceful transition,
from sadness to woe,
another dimension
of understanding when slow.