What shall end up here?
I ask myself often
Shall it be poetry or shall it be random writings?
Shall it be evil, shall it be pious, shall it be nice and sane?
Shall it be me, or shall it be her?
Shall it make me wonder, make her understand?
To often ask the same questions i return,
Sometimes ponder,
Shall i know what lives in my mind,
If whatever does shall it ever speak to me?
Shall it remain as a shadow of the dreams i erased
Should i know what it is about,
should I tell them what is in my head?
I shall escape again, when alone for a while
Write about the one in my mind ,
How I fear it, but how much I am mystified,
Like all humans I seek chaos,
Unstated, Unsaid, Subliminal;
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