A thousand thoughts
A thousand hundred thoughts,
Why though am born here to be,
What gravest wrong have i done,
What more could I have done better.
Overwhelmingly flooded by them
Each fighting and wanting a place,
For itself in this tiny, squeeze mind,
Drown in all that's messy and chaotic.
While rest is all I search and dreamt,
Those that keep me awake all night,
If I could place a lid and toss them,
Far off to a place I'd never would wander.
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