It's not really poetry
What I think and what comes out
I try to mold it into to poetry
But it never holds
It's just my mind wandering and making assanine connections
There's such a thin line between applying yourself
and overthinking
I'm surprised I haven't collapsed from exhausting
Just letting my mind have it's way with me
And trying to find all the answers to questions nobody is asking. I'm bombarded with people and their conversations...their troubles and aspirations...with all this living, it's introducing conflicts and confrontations, which ironically, backwardsly think avoiding and ignoring takes less work, and an easy way to cop out...
But it seems to me, alot of you don't give me more that hollowed meanings and imaginary reasons...you can never create happiness, it just happens, when it has the means.
Birth sign: Gemini
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