Tired of the first person
Need to leave my head,
Oh there’s “I” again
Too self-absorbed to see
What’s going on in the
Planets outside me.
To ask of the comings
And the goings, sans
Personal agenda-
Even the act of caring,
Of interest, revolves around
The words “I” and “my”
Is it possible to form
Any relationship selflessly
Or is this only me-
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The Secret Life of Thought
PuisiSometimes we don't say a word because our mind is too full of them. These pages hold just a few of those.
