In my mind
I thrash against the rocks
Of myself and swirl and
Dash and crash into a
Thunderous...
In my mind
I thrash against the rocks
Of myself and swirl and
Dash and crash into a
Thunderous chorus
Of music too complex
And disordered to discern
As anything but mayhem.
Outside I sit and sip
Some tea, sniff slightly,
Sit quietly and watch
The TV. Its just another day
Afterall, they say.
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