Bursting out at the seams
I can hardly contain
the absolute and complete insane
processions of thoughts
stretching for miles with no escape
it’s not a bad thing, really
they just have their own way
of traveling in and out
weaving their way thru
an undisclosed path
leaving me the prisoner, encased
in this human condition
some unseen energy tingling my skin
asking questions with a voice so thin
no one else hears it, but it’s music to my ears
asking the what ifs, who, what, why, whens
embracing questions I know start within
I’m breathing it in, completely unafraid
Bursting out at the seams
I can hardly contain.......
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