As I fill
I spill
Overflowing too much with too little
As I fill
I spill
This asylum called mind
Mindfulness
What bliss
A focused awareness
In this mess
I miss
Spilling this inheritance
I miss
I miss
I miss
Feeling this
Asylum
Outcome
Not done
Humdrum asylum
- Author: KASH Moony ( Offline)
- Published: September 15th, 2023 22:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
Comments1
welcome to Asylum Earth where crazy people get rich and become President.Where the good are kept poor by crippling taxes
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