My head spins with thoughts
Hidden in the dark
Waiting til my eyes close
Then suddenly, a spark
My mind begins to race
Unspoken conversations
Distracted from rest by
My imagination
Zombie hordes attacking
I put a plan in place
My ex comes crawling back
I just laugh in his face
A ghost story appears
A murdered child weeping
But while these tales play out
I'm meant to be sleeping
Run-off with some Doctor
To explore space and time
Inspired watching Castle
I plan the perfect crime
But once they are in there
These stories just won't shift
My hyperactive brain
Is a curse, not a gift
And in my waking hours
While searching for that spark
All those thoughts are hiding
And waiting for the dark.
On the contrary
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To whom it may concern:
I disagree.
Slow and steady does not win the race.
The swift and steady win the race.
That's what makes it a race.
But does it ha...
11 years ago
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