My ideas are lost
In a pool of unknown
My mental mind
Is but a vast ocean
During a scary storm.
Water churning and
Turning over and over again
Until the darkness stops.
And the light reaches the
Depths of our souls...
Only then
Will we be calm...
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
My ideas are lost
In a pool of unknown
My mental mind
Is but a vast ocean
During a scary storm.
Water churning and
Turning over and over again
Until the darkness stops.
And the light reaches the
Depths of our souls...
Only then
Will we be calm...
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