They, Thoughts
How Brighter Thinking Leaves Some Ahead in the Dark
They scream and shake
They give less than they take
Make the host feel near the point to break
What is, "they", for goodness sake?
Thoughts.
Many people live their lives using thoughts as a tool
But for the some of us, they're purely cruel
For the athlete, to compete
For the writer, poisonous desire
They can be somewhat neat
And surprise the host and guests with something sweet
But many times leave the holder feeling defeat
They build and boil into a blaze
When there is no one else to take them away
Sure the metaphor put a few in awe
But yes here it comes, the flaws
These thoughts are caked in passion
Aching for an outside reaction
Not from just any bystander
The actual understander
The ones that feel just as stuck
Wondering through the rooms
Wishing to be visible to all
The thoughts though, they hold them apart
How simple would it be for everyone to be equally understood?
We, I, you?
We, we know too much, a divisive amount
We feel a lonely amount
Please
Catch them someone!
And take them away
Who am I kidding, is there anyone?
About the Creator
Matthew Cooley
A dude from the Arizona desert trying to figure out his way in life with the one who gave his for mine.
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