I know that these pages, and this pen
must be tired because of the same old mood I'm always in.
Always depressing, always crying, always on another,
I'm relying.
I know that my heart must be a bit tired,
even though my body is always wired.
I drone on and on, day by day, spewing the same mindless prattle of unrequited love. Construing the same lovesick , emotion thick nonsense.
And now, I stop and think, if I did'nt have this sad song to sing, what other negativity would there be to fill the space and time?
What other albatross would torment my mind?
Would it be less stressing? Probably not.
The problem is one in itself, I would ultimately fixate on what I've got.
Is there a bright side to which I could turn?
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