It’s when thought

becomes trapped.

Lives are cycles

rotating around

one another.

If to stop

means to breathe,

what’s left

except to fade away


Seems thought

will merit indecision

until later on

when all else fails

suddenly the notion

of giving space

so ideal yet too late.

If we can capture

what it means

ahead of time

then all that worry

turns into some

profound afterthought.

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