Sometimes my mind feels like an ocean
A tremendous motion,
That can sink nations
My thoughts on the other hand
Speak like a small pond
A peaceful collected body
A city of harmony and greenery
Sometimes my actions are unpredictable
Movements to achieve a checkmate,
Yet let me lose the game as well
My legs are earthquakes
A stick that can‘t bear the weight of the ceiling
Meanwhile my hands are waves
Creating words that speak more than books
I‘m chaos and order
A song that makes you cry with joy and frustrate you at the same time
Is this ok for you?
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 1:45 AM UTC
Sometimes my mind feels like an ocean
A tremendous motion,
That can sink nations
My thoughts on the other hand
Speak like a small pond
A peaceful collected body
A city of harmony and greenery
Sometimes my actions are unpredictable
Movements to achieve a checkmate,
Yet let me lose the game as well
My legs are earthquakes
A stick that can‘t bear the weight of the ceiling
Meanwhile my hands are waves
Creating words that speak more than books
I‘m chaos and order
A song that makes you cry with joy and frustrate you at the same time
Is this ok for you?
