Everything I do feels off-beam, unnecessary activity,
as if the prerequisites essential for doing things right
have yet to be determined; I cannot calm down and
concentrate for work - nor explain the feeling of total
confusion
I leap from book to book, cannot find a true origin of
anything, feel as if I have got hold of the wrong end
of the universe where all really important issues have
yet to be addressed; without real beginnings formally
expressed all is lopsided and askew
My mind in a chaotic whirl with the spin increasing
still, I am restless, flustered and overcome, cannot
begin a meaningful conversation or find the right way
to end rambling monologues echoing in my head…
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