Mind

I can’t breathe at times
It’s as though I’m breathing from a big vaccume bag.
There is no new air.
Must I drink to get hold of that fresh clean air?
Must I drink to step outside of my head?
My mind unorganized as it is
Tends to crip up on me
At times I must detach to take a good look at it.

My mind must represent me well.
It’s not going a good job I must say.

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