hello stranger.

My brain is in a mess.

grey matter

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the mind is fast and vast,

it cannot rest.

it takes, absorbs, digests and regurgitates

sometimes the same,

sometimes different.

it takes away a piece of our soul,

merges it with some form of twisted inspiration,

then allows you to put it down,

let it out,

sing it.

use it. use everything.

take whatever gifts you’ve been given

by god or by man and do something.

move a stone, inspire an ant,

get it high.

live the life you’ve been waiting to live,

and everything else will fall into place.

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Written by priya.balraju

March 21, 2011 at 11:17 pm

Posted in Poetry

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