- I want peace in my mind, a small piece
- Overanalyzing amplifies the lack of calm
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And the rising tide where there is no rest, only rising
- The moon and the sun push and pull with gravity
- As if my brain is attached to this chaotic, rhythmic flow
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Except there is no current that pulls my turmoil out to sea
- A steady, continuous stream of stickiness
- With unbudging neutrons like rocks and waves
- Of circuits that don’t fire with nature like they should
