Piles of old thoughts, overflowing
Mazes of mentality
Odd socks of synapses, tripping the unwary
Scattered pages of scattered thinking
Liberally strewn
Half-empty coffee cup of pessimism
Half-full cup conspicious in its absence
Probably an inexplicable sticky mess, somewhere
Of course you can come in
to the the untidy bedroom of the my mind
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I drink my conscience
to feel my soul
release my mind
into the unknown
reach out
and touch my thoughts
my imagination
is its own little world
running through
my mental chaos
where real is an illusion
and illusions are real
wandering through this
tweaked reality
a world where nothing
is true for very long
amid this madness
my emotions are tangible
feel me,
who I am
and who I will be.
Mazes of mentality
Odd socks of synapses, tripping the unwary
Scattered pages of scattered thinking
Liberally strewn
Half-empty coffee cup of pessimism
Half-full cup conspicious in its absence
Probably an inexplicable sticky mess, somewhere
Of course you can come in
to the the untidy bedroom of the my mind
I drink my conscience
to feel my soul
release my mind
into the unknown
reach out
and touch my thoughts
my imagination
is its own little world
running through
my mental chaos
where real is an illusion
and illusions are real
wandering through this
tweaked reality
a world where nothing
is true for very long
amid this madness
my emotions are tangible
feel me,
who I am
and who I will be.