The world revolves in my head,
Disparate thoughts leaving my brain- dead,
Stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea,
I wonder silently, who do I want to be?
Saint for some, Satan for others,
Being diplomatic like a pacifying mother,
Seeking desperately for a middle path
Like a struggling frog in a mud path.
My head numbs, my thoughts sleep,
My heart gives a loud beep,
Oblivious to the cynics around,
I quietly listen to my heart's sound.
The world is brash, the world is loud,
Over your thoughts, it puts a cloud,
And soon you realize you're all alone,
That, my friend, is when you hold your own.
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