I often sit and think
And ponder if thinking is worthwhile
As the things I often think of
I could be doing now
I'm continuously battling
The thoughts within my head
I'm intrigued by the language
That is so easily said
A monolouge of words
Flowing freely through the mouth
The mind is clearly spoken
Without worry or self doubt
My mind is forever flowing
Yet the mouth is taped shut
I fear the thoughts I do not say
shall rot away my guts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Oh my God! That's so funny! I love it. The rhyme particularly. I'll certainly visit you again. GW62