That Thwarting Thought
When everything seems Dark around Me,
I vent on a Paper in order to be Free.
When the Hurricane of My Thoughts is at its Peak,
I let it glide gently so it doesn't make me Weak.
Thoughts make a distinction between a Wise and a Fool,
So I tune in to My thoughts but not let them Rule.
I dive into my Conscience as it swiftly drifts away,
Sometimes holding on to a thought turns everything Grey.
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