my mind is a floundering locomotive
i've been spinning my wheels
addressing things that don't matter
tap tap tap at the phone
as if I need to care about parenting tips right now,
I ain't got any kids
I think the first stages of burnout are more my speed
i fear my body is tired
because of the running my mind did.

. . .

There's something about early mornings
That make you think.
The neighborhood is quiet, voices yet unawakened
So only the wind speaks
It whispers through the open window
The sun is slowly rising, a docile flame
And we have yet to hear its fire roaring overhead

. . .

I'm sitting and trying to keep my attention
Where it should be
Because everything is trying to compete
attention economy, internet, dopamine, etc.
I want to use it the right way
I want to keep it from spinning out of my hands
Leaving is inevitable
But I'd like to think that I can control where it goes when it does
which planet to land.
Time to board the rocket for another