Hear the rythm of my mind
A train of thoughts uncut
Flickering images flashing
Going round and round.
Tiring as it seems
Thinking is to unwind
Physical exertions not enough
Rest this soul of mine.
Seaching for answers
My eyes is an enemy
A solid rock boundary
That shuts vivid imagination
What am I thinking of?
Tis not love, not life either
The matter of fact is...
The answer to my wondering spirit.
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