At times I get so busy
I have no time to think
When you’re so tired you’re dizzy
It’s hard to be succinct
For everything is blurry
And focus is a must
I cannot stop mid-scurry
To scratch runes in the dust
But once my mind has rested
It starts to generate
Such thoughts my brain’s congested
Until I ventilate.
Are You Reading Me?
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