Looping thoughts
Sequential emotions
Circling continuously
Acting like moron
Is it lunch time yet?
Have I ever had breakfast?
Peeped at the window
Cursed the passing hobbit
Clock had ticked
Time to run the stairs
Thought of landing head first
Overruled by kicking the air
How long I was here?
I lost count of the time
Time to move to another pace
Where scene is fresh, young and unripe
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