Back and forth the thoughts in my head like a whirl wind tunnel that will never end
they feel like their not my own. its as if some one else placed them only to set mine aside
i'm left to pounder in a puddle of confusion deep enough to drown us all cuz they tend to make me try and fall
In a stall I sit alone to wallow in condemtion and swallow every mind boggling introspection of everyone elses judging locutions
why should I be the one to display the feelings of anguish when they can't even apprehend their own delirious games
Suddenly all the obfuscations fade away and I open the door and its all halcyon from this moment on so mend the piece and move on
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©bodacious
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