I hate when you are completely entranced by something,
And you try to hardcore devote yourself to it,
And then you get stuck in an unbearable rut.
Between a rock and a hard place.
How does one become stuck?
Even when the same passion courses through you?
What part of you decides, "Well, I've had enough of this for now."
While some other part is screaming "Inspiration!" at the top of its lungs.
What nonsense design of the brain tortures us so?
Perhaps we become too busy,
You know how you think clearer about things
When your mind is less occupied?
Like in the shower?
Or right before bed?
Your thoughts culminate and make
Brilliant sense.
because the mind has nothing to do but
Think.
Glorious, isn't it?
Exhilarating.
And so is this pantheon of things on my mind
Preventing me from doing the one thing
I actually want to think about?
Put effort into?
It seems a curse, indeed.
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