Monday, 9 September 2013

Drowning my thoughts

Is this my life
Is this all I am
a failure
never reaching my potential
perhaps this was all I was capable of.
Grind it down
gently put it into the water
Drink it softly
Eyes closing
Fainting from life
This I contemplate
Could never do
So I bury my mind in the music.

Drowning my thoughts


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