My mind
My mind is lost I cant seem to find it
no simple answer for it
its here yet wants to go there
Then it wants to go to her
and later come back to m
playing with it.
My life is not my own, is not mine, is not right
So many thoughts
none is real
All I see is dark, no more I want this;
I like it though
its like the fire, water, wind and earth all so basic
and so hard to comprehend
as of now... as I wrote this on the scrapbook, it was somewhere else, thinking of her
and so it is now
wishing to come back to my present and future
also expecting her and her heart
who she is, which one will be...
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