Low in brightness
Yet so many stars
Shining in darkness
Like walking white cars
I want to think less
And look at these stars
Staring speedless
Nonstop, until mars
Sitting, but not careless
'Til my mind's like an empty jar.
I want to think less
'Cause my brain cells were in war.
I wished they weren't that a mess
And were more like these stars.
No, I don't want to think nor guess
So they won't race in my head like cars.
I want my brain to turn soundless
When the night comes with stars
So I can sleep with calmness
And feel the night going lunar.
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I Think, I Write
PoetrySome of my poems and thoughts I write for fun or to express my feelings
