Tarsarlan
Bluelighter
Scattered thoughts
race through my head.
Tracks diffused
by words i've read.
Trains of thought
on unnatural rails.
Outside influence
to tip the scales.
Concentration,
an endeavour too hard.
Cogitations
I jealously guard.
The product of
a over-active mind.
Or moulded by,
chemicals designed?
Objectively viewed
it may seem trite.
But go insane
I think I might...
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I really don't know where the hell that came from, my brain does some weird things sometimes... And even though the poem states chemical influence, I was completely straight (and had been for weeks) at the time of writing...
race through my head.
Tracks diffused
by words i've read.
Trains of thought
on unnatural rails.
Outside influence
to tip the scales.
Concentration,
an endeavour too hard.
Cogitations
I jealously guard.
The product of
a over-active mind.
Or moulded by,
chemicals designed?
Objectively viewed
it may seem trite.
But go insane
I think I might...
------------------
I really don't know where the hell that came from, my brain does some weird things sometimes... And even though the poem states chemical influence, I was completely straight (and had been for weeks) at the time of writing...
