Sometimes I can't tell
What's right and what's wrong as hell.
What's truly on my mind
because I am not sure
If it is an instinct, wild
or processed thoughts with all connected dots.
Sometimes its wishful thinking
Sometimes passionate dreams
Sometimes love
Sometimes lust it is.
Sometimes scattered thoughts
that compel me to write
Molding clay, making objects
from the raw ingredients
that are my thoughts.
2 comments:
Whenever in dilemma, listen carefully, one voice is stronger than the other. Wise men heed to it, though it might be harder.
This is the way you bowl life's ball. Sometimes you pitch an off spin, sometimes regular, sometimes full toss. It's never the same way, I mean no two days.
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