Mental Race

I sit motionless and rested,

To wake up with tremendous exhaustion,

Never have I raced at such speed,

And I know not how to cease.

You force me to travel through time,

To thread the path of a thorny yesterday,

And script a probable tomorrow,

At the expense of my present.

Oh you deceitful little entity,

Formless you may appear,

But in you is an incredible power,

Which can both construct and destruct.