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Frantic brainstorming
Reclined on a lounger, my eyes
firmly shut
And my brain in a tabular rasa
mode
With utterly nothing I was
thinking about
Yet I feel like my brain was
burning, as much energy
As when it was in an active
form
It burnt more oxygen than my
heart beat(s).
Network of my brain nerves
connected to the hippocampus,
Where avalanche of memoirs
were stockpiled,
Collated and weaved my
memoirs into a narrative genre,
Linked with the thoughts about
my gauged future
And turned my brain into an
energy-hungry thingamajig
Consuming chunk of every of
my calorie intake.
Now my pathways engaged in
multitudes of creative ventures
Helping me to weigh up the
pros and cons
Linking up unending divergent
views
That are hard to come to terms
with
At what was my brain synced
to? Nothing really!
I was only gripped in a frantic
brainstorming.
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