I must be doing alright
No fog in my head at night
Clear and concise
Although pondering life
Sharp thoughts like an Elephant's tusk
Wanting to escape the planet on a flying bus
Happy enough but not fitting like a glove
This hand has actions of it's own
Why does my mind forever roam?
While most just comfortable staring at their mobile phone
- Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry ( Offline)
- Published: August 3rd, 2023 00:54
- Category: Unclassified
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