Creative bursts, like stabs of rising panic,
punctures in my patience.
Lost thoughts, mingling without meaning.
Teetering on the wire thin line between
subconscious mumblings and specific ideas.
neck tingling indecisiveness,
no way of relieving the burden.
My silent ponderings trying to sing without a voice, falling short as they mutter and sigh.
Thoughts pinball around, so much potential.
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