Doodling in the Dark
Sometimes our minds go adrift
With no pilot at the wheel.
Away they go, oh so swift,
Carried by our aimless zeal.
Gears still click 'tho time's not kept;
Those trusty tools know their trade.
Their output which none accept
Is nevertheless yet made.
They scoff at rest, defy sleep,
As they endlessly must churn.
O'er rolling mindscape they sweep
Seeking data and pattern.
With no challenge provided,
They build a task of their own.
Into dark holes, unguided,
They explore the land unknown.
So far away they can roam
While they're left so unattended.
But with a thought, they'll rush home
To do what we intended.
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