Mind like a circus
Soul like a jamboree
Each of them moving,
to fast for me
I look up but look down
concussed by the thoughts,
soon to drown,
in my subconscious,
as it spins at infinite speeds,
like a monstrous maelstrom,
that I seem not to heed,
So I sink down,
down into confusion
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