Racing Thoughts

Racing thoughts, running wild
Where could they be going?
It doesn’t matter, screams the lead to the line
We’ll know when we get there, in time

Circling and charging, day after day
To them, a game
To me, only pain

Shhhh, I whisper
Unsure if I’m comforting or chastising
Please, pull over
We need rest

Sideline sitting feels taxing, too
The engines in idle
But ready
Always ready
To run at a moment’s notice
Or without notice at all

I beg the racers, each one as they breeze by,
To find somebody else’s head
To occupy


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