A quiet, gloomy Monday with the rain a-tip, a-tapping above my head.
Cup of tea in hand as I wonder what to do with the day.
My mind is going a thousand miles per hour, hardly ever stopping.
Even on the calmest, slowest days.
No kind of weather could get me to ground myself.
If you were to ask, 'what is on your mind?',
My true thoughts I would never share.
My mind is an endless, huge library
That is engulfed and filled to the brim.
This side of me is forbidden to the world.
Even those who think they know me,
Truly will not ever see the true depth of my mind.
~ Kathy Kowalewska
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