A Thinker, Cursed

There's a ringing in my ears

And a blinding in my eyes

A thousand angry voices

Filling up my head with lies

I try to run away

But every time I turn

There they are again

And my mind begins to burn

Until one day I find

There's power from within

Upon which I may draw

To wipe away my sin

The question that remains

Is one timeless and contrite

Not whether this is wrong

But rather if it's right

Reflection is distorted

As I look back on the past

And wonder if what's desired

Is enough to break the fast

Such is my eternal curse

This activity in my brain

I like to think a lesser man

Would go at once insane

Though perhaps insane I am

Already my mind lost

Frozen long ago

By confusion's frost

Though how frozen can it be

Such a silly notion

Perhaps it never stops

Thoughts in constant motion

Yes, that's more the case

This never-ending thought

All attempts at rest

Are futile and for naught

A curse so everlasting

One would think I'd turn to drink

Over this inability

To cease the urge to think

Still a mind always revolving

Is preferable at best

To one that never tries at all

And simply lays in rest

Nay I'll accept this lot in life

And not grow weary on this date

For worse is the alternative

To my ever present fate

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