Caged Thoughts
A blurry page, an empty glass…
The ink has dried and time shall pass…
Seeing the bottom without a drop…
The pen is worn but the mind won’t stop…
The voices crowd these secluded halls…
Left to scribble on a paper wall…
What you see is not what’s shown…
A complex thought in a simple tone…
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