I wish my mind wasn't the way it was, a thousand thoughts racing through it each second,
Good and bad, naughty and nice, all mixed together and played at the same tempo.
One thought silencing the other out, like an angry little child.
A battle rages inside of me, my thoughts the players and my heart the judge.
The hearts most often than not is too weary to decide,
Battling to keep my body alive and keep a straight face at the same time.
The wheels keep on turning while my heart keeps on yearning,
for a small break.
for a small break.
A single intake of fresh air where it's allowed to breathe freely.
A split second to enjoy a break or hang out and flake.
On and on the battle will rages everyday till one decides to call it quits.
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