Apples to blueberries,
Chocolate to raisins,
Taxis to nightferries,
Students to masons.
Your quizical mind,
Wanders the vast expanse of time,
Just trying to find,
A reason to kill,
The demons inside,
While you say your fine,
The choas in your head,
Screaming the words,
You have not yet said.
Like,
Apples to blueberries,
Chocolate to raisins,
Taxis to nightferries,
Students to masons.
Your mind,
Is trying to make the connection,
But for some reason,
It just can't.
