My mind is a labyrinth
Of cluttered thoughts
Of dreams painfully pinched
Of battles imagined and fought
It is probably overrated
A rude shock to most
Life is merely to be tolerated
In the end, it’s buried in a grave, accompanied with hovering crows
My mind is a field of grey
Nothing is black and white in here
The kaleidoscope of colors has lost its way
But the wandering ghosts have come to me...
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