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All the thinking leads to one direction,
Everything you do lands you on the same path,
The trajectory of the things you do,
Change who you mold into,
Racing against time,
Pacing to the rhythm,
Find yourself starving from moment to moment,
Doing things differently than before,
Balancing who you are,
Juggling the struggles of the world around you,
Things fly through the air,
Crashing against the floor shattering,
Escalating to a whole new level,
Messy aggression arises with a new look in your eye,
Spinning out of control finding no reason to argue,
Defending everything means nothing,
Fault lies where it began,
Wondering if the pieces can resume,
The velocity of it all comes to a halt.
All the stomping and galloping comes to a climax
When you realize it is more
Sacred than anything else more 
Tangible than everything more
Plausible than what could be
It takes work...who knew?