A Mind’s RPMs



An unfolding thought comes to naught

Makes one feel they don’t know squat

Perhaps we ought to be retaught

The dotted line is missing a dot

Fame and fortune idly sought

Fractals off-kilter, methought

 You know insanity can’t be bought

A scattered mind won’t get caught

A cobwebbed mind filled with fraught

Our indolence must be outfought


 “We become what we think about.”-Earl Nightingale

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  3 comments for “A Mind’s RPMs

  1. 09/06/2017 at 9:38 am

    Sleep eludes, am I missing a thought?

  2. 09/06/2017 at 6:16 pm

    Darkness looms my nerves so taut

  3. 12/04/2017 at 1:56 am

    Reblogged this on Reena Saxena.

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