Personal Psychoanalysis
Breaking up my headcollecting all my thoughts
Sorting them in piles
neat like stacks of cards
Observing their details
I need to kill my doubt
why they move around
trying to get out!
I stick them in my spider-web
to sooth them in my mist
Weaving walls around them all
denying they exist
Nothing lasts forever
sometimes my barriers are broken
And then my thoughts will run around
like crazy kids on cocain
Gather 'round, gather 'round
jump right back into my mind
All of you, every last one
leave no other thoughts behind
They might be scared or unkind
but all of you are intertwined
Poetry by tobias wedin
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Written on 2010-03-10 at 12:22
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