Around and round the wheels still turn
Each time cogs must mesh and churn
Results come slowly from disguise
Everyone will surely recognize
A story told here very bold
Thus sparkles brightly like gold
Working mind in hard slog mode
Seems just hurtling down the road
Yet in the end output may differ
Unlike the arrow from a quiver
Shot straight and true direct the aim
Thought created what is its game
Dithers and flicks all over matter
Almost like lost sense to scatter
Muddling confusion constant trail
Unaccustomed reading brail
Sudden nonsense changed to logic
Opposite a school time project
Left to bounce from front to rear
Dark glasses must blocked appear?
Soon the sounds breaking reason
Head to neurons now know treason
Roof to floor ceiling to ground
Must be a good one profound
Events really do happen last
Foolish things a memory past
Nervous tension flows in disarray
Making one feel rather grey
Come to the end oh weary brain
Processes shutting down narrow lane
Light that shines breaks surface new
Give to birth thought away it flew
Stu!... [stumacsu] Stuart Charles Mackenzie
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