The brain just can’t stay focus.
Thanks to these random thoughts.
My words is never bogus.
Only one time I felt a little hopeless.
Like I had a need to be.
I wasn’t seen or even noticed.
I never thought my highest level would be my lowest.
Now I’m telling you as a poet sticking with the motions.
How tides come in..the water of the ocean.
Like the rhythm of a wizard that uses a potion.
There’s a type of pulse that quivers or shake.
The brain tries adjust to the movement of the quake.
Sometimes that one movement is all it takes.
You could ruin your life with too many mistakes...
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
The brain just can’t stay focus.
Thanks to these random thoughts.
My words is never bogus.
Only one time I felt a little hopeless.
Like I had a need to be.
I wasn’t seen or even noticed.
I never thought my highest level would be my lowest.
Now I’m telling you as a poet sticking with the motions.
How tides come in..the water of the ocean.
Like the rhythm of a wizard that uses a potion.
There’s a type of pulse that quivers or shake.
The brain tries adjust to the movement of the quake.
Sometimes that one movement is all it takes.
You could ruin your life with too many mistakes...
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