22 September, 2011

At War With My Own Thoughts

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Flying, soaring higher than I ever have
An unknown advantage
The ability to create thoughts only dreamed of
Racing, mind boggling
Uncontrollable jubilation
In the blink of an eye
A super power so strong
Gone without notice
Left with only a shell of longing
Yearning for normality
Constant desire for an acceptable train of thought
Fluctuating so fast
Struck by brilliance
Only to be stolen by lackluster thoughts
Like a thief of mental stability
You come and go as you please
Wreaking havoc at your own accord
Exiting on your terms
Will you leave me a shred of sanity?

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