Down I go again through the rabbit hole
In my mind that keeps on thinking…and thinking,
Subconsciously controlling me despite
The fight I put up for silence, while
Resistance builds its brick walls between my
Autopilot stalled brain and all I wish to
Complete, yet…the cyclical power of my psyche speaks louder
Than my focus can — it always seems when the very
End of day arrives again, I’m still sitting at my
Desk; only then poetry flows through my pen — all other thoughts are statuesque.
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