Of total thoughtless time,
Mind completely disengaged from it all,
Nothing around is mine,
Not the cat pouncing on flying insects,
Nor the keys 'neath my hands,
The helicopter hovering nearby,
Or the birds singing as much as they can,
Air conditioners humming round the bend,
The dark bruise on my arm,
It's hard to focus on only one thing,
Without doing me harm,
Before time's up,
Lest I need start again,
To give my mind the rest it does deserve,
From its usual harmful distractions.
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