Flashes of speculation
During days of time
Clouding my thoughts
And often coloring them
The mind churns
whirlwind of emotions
a state of frantic rush
and often very peaceful
I ride on the constant tide
Balancing on the edge
As the flashes of color pass by
I clutch my paint brush tightly
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