When the traffic of thoughts
Gears up and I get stuck about
The confines that I make
And headlong do I fall
Yet not hurt but happy am I
Set for the moon yet check
The milestones validating my journey
No!No!No! No validation required
The conscious, preconscious and unconscious
All over overlapping
Seduced I am not to believe
In the speedometer.
“Avoid this distraction”
That’s what they ramble
Breathlessly do I sprint
Hoping to sweep away the finishing point
O my Lord! Thou art most divine.

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