Racing, Racing –

My mind is racing, racing all the time.

Prompt: Tell us about something you know you should do . . . but don’t.

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I know that I should stop and think, but can’t –
My mind is racing, racing all the time.
It’s not that opportunities are scant,
 But that I act as though to stop’s some sort of crime

My mind is racing, racing all the time;
In constant storytelling, and in rhyme.
About all that I know, the kitchen sink:
 But all the while I know I need to stop and think

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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