Ticking furiously
As if pitted against time
Conjuring thoughts
A dozen for a dime
Heady concoction
Of affirmations and cynicism alike
Fomenting a burst of cacophony
As though fed on a drink spiked
Rendering the senses numb
To decipher between wrong and right
Stirring emotions fraught with
An assortment of ecstasy and fright
Nudging to act
On an impulse at times
Blanking out to bring about
Indolence sometimes
A roller-coaster ride
Spanning a crescendo of satiation
When life is on a high
And nadir of frustration
Upon things going awry
Never pausing for a breather
Despite the grind
Racing, even in sub-conscience
Such is the clout of the Mind

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