People running... and not getting anywhere

There are thirty minutes left till the day turns.

My mind's racing, busy, distracted. It's all over the place and nowhere at the same time. Of course, you know my mind runs.

I'd write what those fly-in-a-bottle thoughts are, but they are not for your eyes to see nor your mind to ponder.

So, to me and my thoughts not getting anywhere but yonder.

Side note. I love how bad my totally not-intended, but eventually curiosity-driven rhyme/poor-attempt-at-a-poem came to be.

So refreshing.

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