Preoccupied
Dive deep into my thoughts
And tell me what you’ll unravel.
Have you lost your way in your search
Or got tangled in a tight web?
“The mess is my fault, I know,
I’ve been there.”
You see, the seeds that I’ve sowed,
Oh, how they have sprawled - relentlessly.
Beyond the control of mind,
From where they were conceived.
“To be lost in in your own thoughts,
Is to be absorbed in preoccupation.”
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