Wish I Still Did

Wonder how much it will grant

Serenity superfluous, synonymous

with frivolous and I sit here

mind frictionless

I try to catch it

like a hand tries to catch 

drops of water.

My mind grants me little

I try to drive it

like a man drives a car

but a mind is not a car

It is a tiger, unruly

lazy

hasty in judgement

and hasty in 

punishment.

Get a hold of myself

Wish I still could think like I used to

Now my mind's a mess

and my hair's a mess

and my eyes are brown

and my brain creaks

exhausted

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