Soul
Hunt
There are times
when obsessing can be boring
when my mind gets tired
thinking the same thoughts
finishing the same puzzle
yearning for the same toy
My mind starts searching
I use my senses to bring about change
Seeing if there's anything I missed
listening for a new song or sound
My soul lies dormant
getting stale
A trap is set
and the only thing it will catch
is inspiration
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