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The stuff that moves in and out, like a busy street of commotion

I stop and think sometimes why am I constantly in motion?

My mind is like traffic that never seems to stop,

I know sometimes the havoc of it all makes my brain want to pop.

Traffic that has no sense of origin, not even an end

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I feel trapped by all in my head that enters in.

Sometimes for just a brief moment, my pain eases

I think honestly I’d have better luck capturing sneezes.

Traffic of a different nature, yes!

But still traffic non the less.

A fluid movement from an active brain

I know you probably think me to be insane.

If just once traffic could be averted for a while

I would rest for maybe a mile,

With a big fat smile!



Thank you for reading 🙂



  1. When I read what you wrote about the “traffic” inside your head, which, by the way, was very well written, I am reminded of the continuous and constant noise inside my own head. It’s called tinnitus.

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