It's as beautiful as anything
Yet the worst drug there isIts a dream come true for many
Yet the worst nightmare I've hadIt's the best thing in the world,
Yet crushing families downIt's the soul reason for magic
Yet logical in every soundIt's music to your ears
Yet it makes no soundIt's the beating if your heart
Yet has no vibrations aroundIt's all of these things
Contradicting themselvesOr it's just my brain
Trying to make me feel well
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PoetryJust a random Indian girl penning down her thoughts. Do leave a comment with your reviews.