Its wierd that when my mind could't think clearly, I found a way of expressing 'un-clearliness' in words.
Numerous thoughts are born in my mind
Some bright and luminous, my shiny stars –
Some dark and gloomy, death agent kind
What is worse, is they have voices
They speak and scream – all at once -
The bad bullies shout aloud,
The good fellows in gentle sounds
Like a child in village fair - I am lost in this noisy crowd
Whom should I look up to? Who should I hear?
I am so tired, momma put me to sleep.
This grown-up chaos, I can’t bear.
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