The mind,
Is a clouded thing,
With to much happening.
One stops to take a break,
Then smoke rolls in and takes control.
Tired souls;
Now are full of energy and seem a knew,
They are no longer recognized by their loved ones.
Lost in a smoke filled mind.
There is no longer a clear mind,
Brilliant and once bright with health.
But now there is only smoke,
And the sound of a up coming beep.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
The mind,
Is a clouded thing,
With to much happening.
One stops to take a break,
Then smoke rolls in and takes control.
Tired souls;
Now are full of energy and seem a knew,
They are no longer recognized by their loved ones.
Lost in a smoke filled mind.
There is no longer a clear mind,
Brilliant and once bright with health.
But now there is only smoke,
And the sound of a up coming beep.
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