Kind
I'm locked within my mind,
with my thoughts that go unrefined.
They keep me here still awake,
when my dreams refuse to take,
hold of me. I am ready to make,
a choice to show the things I don't fake.
The depths of my mind,
which are a maze I don't show,
for I worry what some will find,
simply because I do not know,
everything for which I have pined,
if only someone could ease the flow,
of my thoughts. That would be so kind.
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