I wandered around a lane of thoughts,
Some happy, some sad, some scary, some odd.
Couldn’t find a way to focus,
Decided to go by the lots.
.
Didn’t know what was going on,
Didn’t expect anything to arrive.
The end goal was as foggy,
As my motivation to continue to drive.
.
There was a constant fear,
Maybe I would fail.
I don’t now where to start,
I don’t know where to break.
.
It’s difficult to think,
It’s shady to drive,
It’s different to stand,
It’s tough to survive.
.
I can’t find a way to align,
But hope to find it sometime soon.
Yes, maybe I am dangling dangerous,
But my mind’s ain’t no cool.
.
Just maybe I need a back,
Or to back against the wall.
I am sure as hell, the problem isn’t tall,
But the way I look at it, it still ain’t small.
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© Aparna Agarwal