My muddled mind makes quite a mess
Of thoughts and crumbling words
I think I know what’s going on
But every sentence goes unheard
And after empty conversations
My mind just empties out
And every thought I thought I had
Escapes and I must go without
I wonder what would happen
If I just decide to change
My mind and heart and soul and life
And maybe then I’d rearrange
My thoughts which fly disorganized
And will not let me be
I wonder if I changed all that
What would be left of me?
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
My muddled mind makes quite a mess
Of thoughts and crumbling words
I think I know what’s going on
But every sentence goes unheard
And after empty conversations
My mind just empties out
And every thought I thought I had
Escapes and I must go without
I wonder what would happen
If I just decide to change
My mind and heart and soul and life
And maybe then I’d rearrange
My thoughts which fly disorganized
And will not let me be
I wonder if I changed all that
What would be left of me?
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