Thoughts In My Abscence
Although I don’t write much, still I think
Not gaining really in this mindless quest
Too much thinking pushes me to the brink
No longer able to swim I’ve begun to sink
Each new day offering the same old test
Although I don’t write much, still I think
Brief moments of hope, that last a blink
Just bring a short smile at the very best
Too much thinking pushes me to the brink
When times like this came I used to drink
In that state, even I myself, I did detest
Although I don’t write much still I think
Day by day my hope increasingly shrinks
The very soul I doubt, cries for some rest
Too much thinking pushes me to the brink
My life is like a chain, missing one link
Too be dragging through, I feel as a pest
Although I don’t write much, still I think
Too much thinking pushes me to the brink
Copyright © Wayland Bunch | Year Posted 2013
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