A Poem: Busy

My mind
Is busy
But my body


Makes me think of the tedium of consciousness, constant race around us, while we just try to keep up with our own thoughts.

Makes me think of the somewhat invisible fight we all have with ourselves, the grasps at lucidity and insight.

Makes me wonder if my fussing is more self inflicted, or at least exasperated.

Good one dude.

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My heads in a dizzy.
Why my body,
fall’s a part.
I’am everhopeful
that my life is,
holds togather,
why my mind ,
has come a part.

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