Backed up like a restroom commode; Let the truth be known

My mind grinds to a halt; The seizing of a mechanical device

It binds me like manacles; Making me almost fanatical

Then comes a single thought trickling down; A leaky Facet with a drip

I get a glimpse of insight; Releasing me from my freight

All of a sudden the floodgates are thrown wide and I'm washed away with shear delight; Thankful for inspirational insight

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