My scattered thought often converge..
and sometimes diverge,
rarely limitless,
and thoroughly emerge,
sometimes wild,
and sometimes mild,
slowly expanding
and contracting
like a fearful heartbeat..
my scattered thought seems to have so much
and are empty at times,
going to ruin me
or randomly stream me,
depend upon a black whole
whether sinking me
or approaching me
on a different galaxy..
my scattered thoughs are painful,
my scattered thoughts are dampful,
my scattered thoughts are blurred,
in the jar of a fur,
my scattered thougts are helpful
But often they are stressful
whether they are flying
like a ROCKET OR ME PLAYING LIKE A SOCCER!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful Scattered thoughts portrayed.Loved reading it.