Restive thoughts no more resist to shuttle,
Choices made now seem picks from a shuffle.
Push them away, it only gathers to grow,
A hushed voice is now an avalanche of roar.
The tricked mind seeks confirmation within,
From places people and even superstition.
But no word calms and no sight defines,
The churns that are loud as echoes in mines.
So seized a new sheet and an ignored pen,
Scattered anxious words from start to end.
The clock now ticks slower, answers reach the mind,
Rhyming lines is all it took to find.
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