Swirl of the Brain
A weird combination of music
A strange mixture of thoughts
With a constant fluctuation of feelings
I sometimes question what I have sought
There is no replacement for some
And some just pass on by
With an execution of the present
I can forget about the past
By living in the moment
The future does come very fast
Many things are intangible
For these I should not be concerned
The ones I can grab
I will.
But not from thievery
Not from luck
Not as a gift
Yet from the grinding
Fun work
The work that I wake up for
Not many understand it
But I do.
With a heavy heart
I grow strong carrying it around.
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