A Mind at Unrest; A Restless Mind; MindRestLessNess.
My mind’s abuzz, the wings of a hummingbird; never pausing.
Never slowing enough to make out details.
A nervous ball of energy; darting first in one direction and back again,
movement for movement’s sake.
Surely, if it ever rested, you would see vibrant blues and purples. But –
instead it all blurs together.
The click of my pen, the shuffle of papers.
Fingers dragging across skin, looking for –what
Anything to keep the distortion intact.
Don’t look too close, don’t pay too much attention to any one thing.
If it slowed for just a moment,
you might make out the edge of something –
Is any of it real in the end? Important?
This moment becomes the next and nobody really knows,
can never really know,
how you spent it.
Try to spend it on yourself.
Buy yourself back from a system that’s made you a commodity.
No use saving yourself [for] later.
But I’m no savior, can’t seem to save myself
from myself or my restless mind.