Lying on my bed, tears softly falling,
Mind swirling, procrastination calling.
Future whispers, secrets withholding,
Am I rushing forward or aimlessly molding?
Caught in the current, expectations' sway,
Am I speeding ahead or merely astray?
In the river of pressure, where dreams collide,
I search for solace, in the ebb and tide.
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ESCAPED WORDS FROM THE UNSEALED MIND
PoesieThese are poems and other random stuffs and they are created by my imaginative mind. They vary on the feelings I have the moment I wrote it. It may be personal or just for fun but these are just my observations that are thought to be untrue so free...
