I write things down
To keep thoughts
From recycling in my head
Over and over and over again.
It may not rhyme,
Or make much sense
It may seem trite,
But it's all mine.
My inner voice, sometimes nice
At times sad, even angry
Naughty, vile and bad.
Sincere thoughts and feelings
Raw emotion from a old soul.
A dreamer, enjoying the ride
Taking it all in, living.
Doing the best to make sense
Attain a meaningful purpose
Still a work in progress.
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