This Tumultuous Head...."Surrender"

This circular noddle/portion that rests upon these shoulders....without it no life, with it life....existence occurs in conjunction with, but is one not to shift over to insanity while downloading a sum to all data being perceived...by the accumulation of wisdom, knowledge, or 'information' at its best she merely creates a battle within....an engagement of feelings, thoughts, emotions, which render her a brainpan chockablock brimming with abundant love, joy, peace, patience, grace, and courage.....however, intermittently or maybe even frequently overcome by pain, worry, fear, anxiety, with breathless panic as an end....all these means bewilder and disorient her....WHAT? HOW? WHO?....no, no, no, no,....stop delivering objection through inquisition to your originator....this mentalistic and unstable wager is her Father's heartache....let go princess(s).....no longer analayze, criticize, theorize, .....be silent before your king! I SURRENDER....OVER AND OVER AND OVER!