My Mind

Where does my mind go you ask.
To tell the truth, I don't know.
I'm a strange child I must admit.
My emotions are weird.
The way I think is unusual.
I can be happy and still think of pain and hurts .
Or I can be miserable and think of nothing.

I don't know why I think of odd and unsavory things.
It's like I take a trip to the moon and come back down just to check in.
Then I'm out again.
You will never understand but you try.

So I guess I know where my mind goes just don't ask to follow.

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