What wasting time cannot do,
Dithering does.
Allotted time loses value.
There really is no buzz.
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While on the precipice of something,
Ruminating takes its toll.
All normal rhythm lost,
Hesitation takes control.
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Circling thoughts in a maze,
Logic put on hold.
With no script to follow,
With wavering untold.
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Thought processes saunter.
They meander through the mind,
Slowly drifting back and forth,
Answers hard to find.
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No rhythm or regularity.
Endless moments in a drought.
Just a cycle of uncertainty,
Lots of room for doubt.
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Momentarily parched and barren,
Grey cells lifeless fall.
It may come from nowhere.
It can come to all!