Thoughts wandering down the
passageways of my mind,
find themselves
aimlessly gathering to form a pool of loss and confusion.
As I sit in confinement to my task,
I try to sort them out
one by one,
putting each in its designated category;
unsuccessfully so I fear,
because as each I put in place,
the one before falls back out
and starts the others off as well.
Finding myself amidst all of this scattered array
I am overwhelmed
by the mass
and become
Blocked.
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