Thought Less
- Aishe Lenga
- Sep 7, 2017
- 2 min read

My thoughts scatter, I can't follow one stream of thought
This river polluted. Try to get out of the spin cycle but all I do is tumble. In the persuit i perpetuate, made 4 left turns and wondered how I'd ended up at my exodus instead of an exit.
If I'm the pilot then my mind is on auto. I can't find the settings so I might as well get settled right? Left with a view convinced it's all for me so I'm sold into a position I'm no good for. Marytr me martyr me murder she wrote.
They say a girl is a gun but the clip is empty so in truth I suicide off of a misconception and bad aim.
Our thoughts are never our own and mine permeate and stench whatever room I'm in so i try to keep to myself. Problem is, it's all ambidextrous we're just way too reluctant and driven by external forces telling us what is and isn't we're too busy holding onto the bars to realize we're in prison. Drink to anynomity have you met yourself? In this cage we put ourselves with induced amnesia to forget how to leave or prolong our stay at least. Judgment does not necessarily mean a sentence and message isn't always gotten even though you sent it. Bear witness to my bare feet and take a walk in my shoes to feel the sweat and rue. Care is a ruse we use to amplify our thoughtless acts it's funny how it's all dependent on you. I'm just a variable. Insatiable or insoluble I'm not sure yet. I don't know what i want I'm only sure of what i don't.
Or again
Or again
Last time i swear
Again
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