Obsessive

Good intentions turned to frivolous imaginings

A plan of purpose drowns in an ocean of distraction

Fantasies walk the earth and songs take human form

Is it plaguing me? Or is it a gift?

Hours and days and seasons spent somewhere else

Peace becomes and elusive creature,

as my mind plunges into the depths of obsession

Ever speaking

Ever moving

Always imagining

I'm left with little time for reality

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