Brain is frantic
I'm slipping into pieces
Fragmented thoughts
Living in moments when I can breath a little longer
Tormented by poor decisions
Jumbled ideas
Torn emotions
Wanting solid ground,
Stable footing,
Somewhere to sit my worries.
Collecting now just chaos.
What could my future be?
Where am I really going?
Success before me,
Hands outstretched...
I want it all.
Never stopping, still pushing forward.
But these clouded thoughts keep holding me back
Suffocating my creativity
Imposing on my ability to live
Stifling my passion to sprint
Boggled mind, spilling my uncensories.
My stirred mind computing floods of improper thoughts.
My mouth knowing no bounds
Spouting more than just postulations
But more like the truth,
The truth hurts worse, than anything I can bring myself to do to you.
Cutting words like a dagger into souls of aloofness
Don't be caught not knowing what to say
This scrambled brain is hanging on the edge.
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