At times, these thoughts become not mine
It is all kind of stuffs of anger, unsatisfied feeling, sadness and excuses
That made simple thing
Way complicated
Far deviated
But though I knew
It consumed my own voice, my very word
Made my language die
Dec 5, 2023
Dec 5, 2023 at 7:28 AM UTC
At times, these thoughts become not mine
It is all kind of stuffs of anger, unsatisfied feeling, sadness and excuses
That made simple thing
Way complicated
Far deviated
But though I knew
It consumed my own voice, my very word
Made my language die