Thoughts That Fly:

by Scott Cole   May 8, 2016

My mind is racing
A mile a minute,
In a race car
Without me in it.

It want shut down
From it's daily grind,
That race track
Within my mind.

Round and round
Time after time,
One less lap
I'm still behind.

My head is spinning
I fight the fight
From reluctent ideas
That have no light.

The harder I battle
With my memoirs,
Those inner thoughts
Desquised as bars.

The faster they travel
The faster I spin,
On that race track
That's made of skin.

Those racing thoughts
As they inner-twine,
With the speed of light
They blow my mind.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Em

    Love this.. I think our mind races alot of the time without us in it haha well mine does for sure and it feels as though I can't catch up..

    Good write, Em

  • 2 years ago

    by Scott Cole


  • 2 years ago

    by Brenda

    Excellent write-love the visuals and not being able to turn your mind off.

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