Thought Delayed

My brain in a bottle of kombucha on a ride through the rockies

Fermented and pressurized ready to explode

Some days my mind winds up so fast

With nowhere to go

Those days seem to be the most frustrating


Planning becomes insufficient

My minds moves quicker than a prayer to St. Vincent

Contingent on results

That can no be provided quick enough

To ease my worried thoughts

I wish I was more thought delayed

Taking my days with quite more ease

Rather than trying to just run away

The mind can be a mild pond or a ravenous sea

Somehow I am the one who decides

It’s ultimately up to me

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