The ever working mind

Running through the hallways of time of myself,

I run to the sound of both my beating heart and beating mind.

Flying through the shelves of papers, books, and dust of knowledge,

I fly to the steady wind that is my anticipation.

Pounding through the roadblocks of disorder and chaos,

I ply from the chains that hold me down.

Zagging and entering through the doors of opportunities and chances,

I mold my ever changing soul.

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