Lost in the maze of thoughts
That infest my daily thinking.
Here I begin to write a poem
Without giving it a thought first.
Never the mind, I must go on.
Some how it might make sense.
I never argue with my subconscious
Meanderings that lead to my confusion.
What will be, will be, I feel.
Let the reader beware,
And not try to make sense of it.
One confused person is enough.
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Love ya!
Jane