The clutter and messes inside my mind,
Will never be sorted in any kind.
This general disorder is mine to search,
On a ledge, overlooking it all, do I perch.
A brain is a secretive, wonderful place,
Where dreams and reality play catch-me and chase.
Mine, at least, will remain this way:
I thank it's inefficiency every day.
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One of those moods Those god-awful moods I'm not knowing much of everything And I'm questioning Every Single Thing I've ever known Laying here blaring music Who's soft touch always felt just a...
Every now and then. I get these funny little moods. Sometimes they are jovial. Sometimes I feel the blues. They envelop me from nowhere. And fill me to the brim. I cannot think of anything else.
I lay here and wonder About you and me If we could ever be some thing more That's not in a dream I lay here and wonder About my family life How most of my family Took a nosedive, instead of...
The mind it is. A curious place. Sending strange signals. Down to your face. Some are quite happy. They'll make you smile. The mind makes it last. Just for a while. It triggers emotions.
{bit abstract...} Sometimes Stuck On the cusp of reality. Wondering Pondering My state of Mortality.
I've been having the urge to write all of the daily musings of my dull life or of all of these encased thoughts that has always been pent up within me.
The music blares, to drown out the thought, That all of my struggles, they were for nought. I can't believe that I fell for the trick they call life. All it has brought me is countless strife.
I awake with the best of intentions, I'm going to leap out of bed. Then the cold light of day splinters my eyes, I return to my slumber instead.
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