Ideas take my mind
without meaning,
The body forsakes me
and leaves me to wander,
Heart is a waterfall that
is followed by rapids,
And the only vessel that
could dare it is lost
in a maze of mirrors.
I only see reason as
liquid formed from
questions drowns out my headache,
The flowing waterfall
now a giant headstone,
Hardens to ice and
is surrounded by a web
of fears,
And there I stay,
Encased in a tomb of
silence,
Drowning off a
chorus of thoughts.
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