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To my assumptions my brain went out of function
It is a mess; it is moronic; it went out of logic
My brain is still eluded by this madness still diluted
Do not want to see it concentrated
Because my world is still dilated
Like a woman is labor and
My heart made of paper
Soon to be torn later...

As my mind wandered its intimate thoughts of a woman 
Her right, brown and black eyes pierced threw my eyes 
Right, strait to my heart. 
As the image moved into existence 
I could not believe this 
It is a woman of a young man’s desire 
Sparking a fire which I couldn’t retire
Seeing this appealing but I was only dreaming  
As this madness revealing my assumptions...

As I switch off my mind from its virtual mentality 
I opened my eyes into this so-called reality 
Spring forward like a jack in the box 
Being the end of my slumber 
Dragging my body to its final gloom: the shower 
Inhaled meekly, exhaled deeply 
Doing this repeatedly
As my mind moved backed and forward 
Like a rectangular wave motion 
Came to a solution
Which I hope to be with the wrong conclusion
As the day progressed 
Hoping to cool my heart on my chest 
With my assumptions...

As the sped threw like a kid in cocaine, mental pain 
Too much information put me out of focused 
You should have noticed 
My day contracted like stretched rubber band 
All of a sudden I so myself lying on my bed
As I deduced my life like a mathematical deduction
Closed my eyes for a second 
And I was back where I started:
To my assumptions…

To my assumptions my brain went out of function
It’s a mess its moronic it went out of logic
My brain is still eluded by this madness still diluted
Do not want to see it concentrated because my world is dilated
Like a woman is labor and my heart made of paper
Soon to be torn later...

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