Sometimes i hear colors,
If that makes sense.
Sometimes i see odors,
If that makes sense.
A colourful taste,
A calming state,
The dreadful sense of time.
But thinking's a waste
So leave no trace
Of searching words to rhyme.
Describing the future in past tense
Asking again
If that makes sense.
If it doesn't...
Forget what i said.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 4:47 AM UTC
Sometimes i hear colors,
If that makes sense.
Sometimes i see odors,
If that makes sense.
A colourful taste,
A calming state,
The dreadful sense of time.
But thinking's a waste
So leave no trace
Of searching words to rhyme.
Describing the future in past tense
Asking again
If that makes sense.
If it doesn't...
Forget what i said.
Silly little poem/song i wrote a few years ago when i was very frustrated with my brain