Thinking, searching
Wondering, pondering
Walking, talking
Moving, grooving,
Always wanting.
Not a still moment.
I wish there was a cleansing routine for the mind
So that I could scrape and scrub all these thoughts off
And rinse them out of my hair
Or, better still, wring my mind till the last drop is gone
And hang it out to dry.
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