Joy of Desolation
I want to be left alone
alone and away from my thoughts
not the people around me
they don't bother me, I do
my mind bothers me
every minute incarnates a new thought
every thought leads to new problems
with new solutions waiting to be found
they will be found, but when?
time is relative but how does it relate to me
when nothing is willing to go at my pace
unless—
unless I coerce the cadence of my thoughts
I reckon this may work
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