Haiku

When I'm feeling rushed,
I stop and count syllables.
Calm with poetry.

It forces me to
filter and consider the
thousand thoughts I have,

And to decide if
what I'm obsessing about
really needs saying.

Because it's easy
to ramble and have a rant--
brakes can be useful.

Reduce eye strain and
information overload--
give up the treatise.

Not unlike tweeting,
haiku distills prophecy.
To five-seven-five.