a mind full of secrets,
too hard to think,
resort to a minute, cigarette.
frustrated with the loss of time,
stumble upon hidden views,
stay awake in such sublime.
you wont find piece of mind,
without being blind to this,
society's mass crime.
you know how to speak,
when your mind's construed.
i wish you weren't so blue,
give me your heart,
and i will imbue upon you.
the gestures we trade,
makes my mind a parade,
tell me when i've overstayed
my welcome.
to walk empty streets,
with no purpose and defeats,
is where i'm, seated.
come here,
help me walk this route
without tear, or fear.
you're beautiful,
one with true thought,
who can witness, this mind
rot. we have all the time,
in the world she taught, me.
she makes, me feel free.
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