Finite Space (A Poem)

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I like excitement, but sometimes crave calm
Too many thoughts can cause me great qualms
A firestorm of ideas; don’t let them spread!
There’s only a finite amount of space in my head

And even if good, not every thought is a friend
When conflicting causes clash and contend
Please take the excess out of my mind
and cast it in two thousand swine

Never thought it, but creativity has a disadvantage
when the contents of my brain become difficult to manage
But I’m grateful for this gift; though it can be a challenge
I’ll keep treading that log, then adjust and rebalance

Want my work and my teaching to become harmonized
(Though I may never be fully organized)
So come what may, just try your best
And on day seven, get some rest!

🙂

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