A movie done.
A holiday.
It’s yet too early.
Nothing to do
Nothing to share
Just.
A disturbed mind.
Thoughts running
From here and there.
No place to hide
No chance to weep.
Everything’s foggy.
You’ve got nothing left
But
A disturbed mind.
What do you do?
What do I do?
She’s all out there.
Having the time of her life
On her own.
Will you chase?
Will you rather give up?
What will you do?
With questions all around
All you have that remains
Is
A disturbed mind.
Is there a trick?
Is pleasing others enough?
Do you have any other
Reason
For being?
Do you live?
Or do you sleep?
When all that seems
To cling to you
Is nothing but
A disturbed
Mind.
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