my thougsh can swel arond so s fatss

My thoughts can swirl around so fast
that putting it to paper becomes the most difficult
my mind is going 10000 miles per hour, and my hands can barly keep up at 50.
'Slow down!" my poor fingers might say
"think slower!' they complain
But my brian blatantly reufeses, I have to much to say,
to many ideas to blazon across the page,
"go faster!" my brain demands
"finger cramps!" cry my pionters.
What a sight to see me take 2940 steps foward
and 9439 steps back when my fingers spell everything wrong
"we're not perfect!' they might complain
"i wasn't done yet!" grumbles my thoughts, coming to halt
and then I must stop and slowly sift through the ideas my brian was so excited to show the world
as my fingers sweat and pant
"what a workout!' they might cry
but in the end I'm happy with my result,
even if it takes several moments longer to decipher
what my brian spewed out, and pluck my skattered thoughts from the sky once more
But- If i did not go back to fix
what my hands attempted record from my brain
All my writting would look like this:
thougsh can swel arond so s fatss my hands bcan bmot every krrp upo
and pttung it to paper beciasome noes sdifficiet.