Puzzled
I could Pick back up the pen
and make you wonder where I've been,
make you speculate the why and when,
I had to start over again
I've been gone too long it's true,
my color turned a shade of blue
Like I had some kind of flu
I was just looking for the glue
I picked up the pieces, that was a start
to figure out my brain and understand my heart,
every time I think I fixed it, it always seems to fall apart,
I'm not too good with puzzles, Ive never been that smart
How do you flee from a poison when you need it to live?
How do you keep giving your best when you have no more best to give?
Something that invades my mind
When I clean it out to see what I will find.
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