brain is racing
marathon of thought
unable to slow
random and chaotic
frantic chasing
seeking resolutions
unable to focus
caroming relentlessly
need to breathe
restoring a balance
day is too young
to be so busy so soon
breathe not gasp
calm finally coming
clearing thoughts
and now to face the day
I can appreciate the form of the poem connecting with the content of the poem today. "Thought" and "chaotic" almost rhyme. We follow, slowing with you...just barely slowing.
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