Thoughts Resigned

My thoughts race, in a maze of excess pace.
Never settle in one place.
Running like a gazelle fleeing from the chase of a lioness fighting to feed her distressed pride.
 
Halt I tell them. Yes, they oblige for a moment.
Unsettled they leap at the sight of the dirty pavements.
A taxi conductor's voice I hear and they race yet they obliged to settle.

A high pitched sound he raises with tender anticipation that I will take the taxi.
"Ogenda" he screams. My thoughts race again.

Not in pain but plain packaging I observe a well wrapped paper in a polythene bag.
On it are the crossed marks of a teacher's red pen markings of a student’s wrong mathematics answer.
 
My thoughts race. How did a student's exam paper end up as a wrapper of oily pancakes and fried cassava? Is it my exam paper my thoughts ask?

My thoughts race. As my stomach turns and churns. Was it the cornflakes breakfast I ate? Am late I guess.

Let me get onto the taxi and reach school before
the bell rings and brings me ding dong sing and sting trouble with the gatekeeper.
My thoughts race.

Why not resign them, for unsettled they keep leaping, peeping, rocking back and forth like a chair I once saw in a pack.
Back and forth they keep racing forever.
I resign my thoughts.