It's never there when you seek it
It's always there when you're not
You miss it when you don't have it
When you have it
You don't know it
When you know it
You don't have it
It races around the track of your thoughts
The key winding it tight
Until the momentum runs out
You have overthought
It is the death of your clockwork mouse
Grinding to a halt
The gears scraping painfully
Staring at your dead keyboard
Your blank screen
Your blank mind
Sleeps
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
It's never there when you seek it
It's always there when you're not
You miss it when you don't have it
When you have it
You don't know it
When you know it
You don't have it
It races around the track of your thoughts
The key winding it tight
Until the momentum runs out
You have overthought
It is the death of your clockwork mouse
Grinding to a halt
The gears scraping painfully
Staring at your dead keyboard
Your blank screen
Your blank mind
Sleeps
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