Poem about: Mind Racing, Body. . .

Dancing Thoughts

Mind, mine, dances with thrill,

As body. . .  it sits still.

Butt riveted to chair.

Eyes, at screen, blankly stare.


My thoughts often at run,

Thinking of all thing fun.

Leaving body behind,

To exertions in mind.


From this chair cannot rise.

Brain stops it, if it tries.

If only strength could pass

From mind to sitting ass.

 June Nash

My mind is racing.  My body is sitting in this chair, wanting to get up and do something, but. . . . My mind is racing. . . .Racing. . . I can’t get up!

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