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While the Lucid drop their anxiety
on a thought highway bound for nowhere,
or somewhere;
I sift through spontaneous thoughts
in a stream of consciousness
like attention deficit
and hypochondriac dis-eases of the mind.
I've worn so many hats
getting comfortable in my own skin,
gazing at cement imagery
in a world of steel and gray,
and nobody's got the cure but me. Don't Drink and Park. Accidents cause people. To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 posts. |