There is no quiet in this place
No silence into which one might escape
There is no stillness
No serenity in which to rest
Everything is a hustle
Constant motion, endless noise
Feet run without walking
Mouths move without stopping
Everywhere is chaos
Everything is turmoil
Nothing is sacred.
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The Places You Go In Your Mind
PoetryA collection of poetry that reflects the poet's state of mind over the course of many years. The poems are largely unrelated and cover many topics.
