Day to day I have conflicting thoughts in my head.
Day to day I wonder if there's one who thinks as I.
My mind, like a river streamlined.
Like flies and mosquitos fly over a stream, so do the thoughts in my mind.
And sometimes as it flies over, it gets caught.
And there, ideas realized.
It has a life of its own this fast flowing river of mine.
Seems to never stop, regardelss of the hinderances that may come by.
Tame it you cannot, for I have tried.
Poetry serves as a release, with pen and paper as a guide.
It may flow with peace, depending upon the tide.
If yours is alike,
May you know it takes courage to have conflicting thoughts inside.
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