Tinfoil Helmet

The body seeks its realm to rest

But the mind screams at me to keep going

So I hunker down in my barracks

Tinfoil helmet and wooden sword in hand

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Manic

Energized brain cells

Exceeding the speed

Of light

Photons of thought

Shining like suns

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Radical momentum

Of neurons making

My mind Race

Like an immense

Rushing river

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Notions pass through

So rapidly I cannot

Even begin to grasp

Their fleeting

Wandering nature