My Inner Voice Poem by kgoloko peace mapitsing

What are the saying?
What are they thinking?
Like a detective in love
Trying to figure it
Like a little curious girl
Who knows not the wereabouts of mommy

Wondering unwonderful wonders
Thinking not about thinking, crazy insturement
The instrument have no place for it's owner
It has taken over yet again
employers are employed by employees

The creation persecuting it's creator wethout mercy
Ooh dear Lord why is this dangerous weapon in my head?
How long shall this rebellion be
How long shall I enslave my self
How long shall I wait for my salvation
If God will's it today I may think not
What does it know to question thee?

For the same insturement forgot it's resting place
Day and night is working, destroying it's source of life
I am tired of thinking
Lord take my mind for a single day
For I am bounded by your precious gift
Ooh lol Lord where is a the manual for this thing
What it's purpose?
To build otomic bomb or to matriculate?

What am I thinking?
If I kill or preach
If I undermine myself?
Is it the horrors or explicit nude pictures
Is it the money or hunger for success
Is it my hunger or my belly
Is it my love or hate
Is it my Facebook or my friends
Is it the girl I secretly admire

Why should I worry
You told me not to
I forgot question marks, why can't I forget my mind.
My mind is my suffering