A jumble of words, a maze of letters
A heap of symbols, I browse through
Though, at times, it gives me the jitters
And I can't get an idea to fall through
At such scary times, my heart flutters
And I doubt if I can even scrape through
I mumble words, and let out stutters
I turn blind to what I usually see through
Then I seek refuge in one of the obscure corners
Where not a soul can peep through
A few minutes to myself, and then it seems
That there's nothing I can't run through
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