We walk around and go about our daily lives. We get lost in our thoughts, drowning and struggling to reach the surface. And you get so deep. You can't get back up to the top. Because our thoughts are plummeting us even further.
But I say, 'What's so bad about getting lost in our thoughts.' We discover new missions, new dreams, new people, new friends.
Thoughts aren't our enemies. Unless you make them out to be. Think about the good things. I of all people know how hard, this treacherous journey is. It's going to be miserable. It's going to seem like an endless mountain. That gets steeper and steeper. But I of all people; know it's possible.
Because I've found the top, and now I'm staring out at the sunset. Surrounded by my thoughts. And for the first time in forever. I'm fine with the possibility of getting lost. Drowning. In thoughts.
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Broken Chains
PoetrySometimes it's nice for people to not know who you are. So you can tell them everything. And it just, doesn't matter.
