Fix The Pipes

I don't really know if my thoughts stay in my head


The thoughts that find me while I sink into my bed


They corner me, distract me


Never leaving me a day


As if drowning in these tangled thoughts is the only way


Drunk with fury, loud with spice


If only silence could suffice


I never know if i've revealed my mangled mind


Which dances on the tip of my tongue


It longs to be released like a song never sung


Now thoughts live in my head, we humans have adapted


 And our sorrows of reality constantly attract them


Maybe If I knocked on the hollow spot behind my ears


Every thought would begin to flow out like salty tears


Like a drain the brain is


Leaky thoughts, fix the pipes


 

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