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Prisoner of thought
The prisoner of thought
I try to relax try to unload, but the dancing in my head won't leave me alone. Still moving to a progressive beat, without driving my body moving or steering my feet The days seem to me, twice as long, but the night too short after the dreaming has gone. One minute I'm there then its dawn. Get the coffee pot going, light up a smoke. My mind is churning, my spirit burning, my heads on fire as I hear the crows call. Bust out some poems, while I listen to the riffs, of dreams and journeys from the night so quick. If we had a conversation, or just a big hello, and later in the day I asked you where did ya go?. Not being rude, or trying to slap you on the cheek, but a day in the life feels like a week . It's the dancing in my head
