Pathways of the mind, wandering thoughts, detoured by suffering as much as certainty, and
attention to intention wanes with the onslaught of feelings—
almost certainly erring, at least in part—and
the thoroughfare of mind-numbing thinking races unobserved behind this placid face and these guarded eyes.
And I would be lying if I told you it was all an exercise in mental agility.
And I would be lying if I said I didn’t care how things turned out or whether or not I solved my own difficulties, as well as the world’s.
And I could be trying to muffle the noise of all these crisscrossing thoughts and intertwined emotions, but this racetrack keeps running, lap after lap,
always seeming to drive nowhere—
nothing resolved, no destination,
but the whirring never stops.
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