Sunday, February 9, 2020

The 2-5AM Deadzoners Who Think Way Too Much

It's never easy to stride the wire
Between reality and rumination
We require a fellowship to exist
So that we may put our minds in check
Not anything spins faster than the worrier's brain
Not anything could race or pace it
Intentions aren't always detected
And sometimes they are heavy or infected
I wish happiness upon you
Because I wish it for myself

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