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Words to often pouring from the pages of the mind, in the swirl and pace of life they get tangled in all that’s left behind. Forgotten thoughts, hurried lives, all get lost in the pages of the mind Never stopping never pausing to untangle the swirl, always skipping to the next page without reading the script, that’s one way to play the game, a single mindset always the same. The pages get buried yet the words still come, the mind doesn’t stop on to the next one, goal after goal a single track mind, pages of words left behind. So much buried in the rush of life, to much left unexplored to many doors left closed, ignored. Stop and listen to the words that swirl in the mind reread those ignored pages, take a step back pickup what was once left behind.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
Pages of the mind
Words to often pouring from the pages of the mind, in the swirl and pace of life they get tangled in all that’s left behind. Forgotten thoughts, hurried lives, all get lost in the pages of the mind Never stopping never pausing to untangle the swirl, always skipping to the next page without reading the script, that’s one way to play the game, a single mindset always the same. The pages get buried yet the words still come, the mind doesn’t stop on to the next one, goal after goal a single track mind, pages of words left behind. So much buried in the rush of life, to much left unexplored to many doors left closed, ignored. Stop and listen to the words that swirl in the mind reread those ignored pages, take a step back pickup what was once left behind.
The mind is a book, not necessarily an open book
Benji04
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
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