51: Overactive

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A lot to say, my brain is overcharged by the chores of everyday. In a vortex soup the words go round, it's hard to decipher what goes around.

Unraveling the mess in the neverending race, deciphering the symbols at a glacier pace. The tornado of thoughts is slowing down with the answer bare, finally getting somewhere.

The repercussions of an overactive mind, thinking about books and how deep should I dive. Leaving distractions, getting my mind checked.

Slow down the picture is crystal clear, all is left is to take the wheel. Steering towards greatness at the speed of light, now it is the time to show my might.

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