by Joshua Kwesi Knowlife

Jumbled up unto one board
All reality in a collage
Thoughts hanging in doubt
Feelings semi-deep inside
The mind a walking John Doe
The music like pills for pro-headache
My vision blurred
The future still untroubled…or so I want to believe
Yet like a piece of cake where all should be easy because I’m supposed to be careless now,
I’m not.
Souring all the fun
Making thoughtfulness the capital
I dare not ask for more
Afterall it’s my own undoing.
Home should be far away
But it’s not!

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