Lucid Thoughts
I am my own worse critic,
to question my own choices,
to tell me right from wrong,
no rough draft to my life.
Mind me not-
weary mind,
being the fair weather friend-
rather sickening...
Fighting amongst ourselves, hatred rising,
thoughts racing,
deciphering the moral,
of my soon to be regrets...
This abyss...
this life-
so fragile,
why built to understand?
What perception,
just leads-
to deception.
Why cursed mind!
Doubt-
no longer,
I am the master.
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