A Scrambled Mind
In the quiet of the night, my mind begins to race,
Random thoughts swirling, searching for a place.
Fragmented memories, pieces of the past,
Flitting through my consciousness, fading fast.
A kaleidoscope of images, colors and sounds,
Mingling together, forming new bounds.
Dreams and desires, hopes and fears,
Intermingling in a dance of tears.
Random thoughts, like shooting stars,
Glimpses of the universe, seen from afar.
A glimpse into the depths of my soul,
A journey into the unknown, to make me whole.
So I embrace these random thoughts, let them flow,
For they are the essence of who I know.
A window into my innermost being,
A reminder of all that I am seeing.
Copyright © Ajanae Brooks | Year Posted 2024
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