Meaningless Mind


My letters are merely pencil marks on paper

Only to express thoughts of existing emotions

My mind is so fleeting

My thoughts shan’t be captured


I cannot seem to keep the clothes in my drawers

Neatly folded all the time, they are continuously getting messed up

And then refolded only to be mixed again


I feel I should give thanks, …

But for what I do not know



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