a little less thought
and a lot more self control
when my mind takes over
what's left of my tattered soul
breathe in, breathe out
nicotine, not air
think i think deep thoughts
but reality i do not dare
i'm lost in my rhyme
hoping it's me i find
but when i look around
i see, that i am, loosing sense of time
like a child at school
who's missed the bus home
like a cocooned caterpillar
who finds itself alone
me is all i have
is it too much (too less?)
sometimes i cannot feel
feel myself.
1 comment:
"a little less thought
and a lot more self control
when my mind takes over
what's left of my tattered soul"
Well done!why dont u try to write on ur complex touch-emotion itself..it will flow into a beautiful work..i hope in the coming times ur works will have a greater depth...keep goin..good work..
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