I have targets to achieve

but at times, I have no thoughts to weave.

Every time I wish to clear the clutter, 

I feel that I have something new to utter. 

 

My mind is almost never empty. 

When it is, I feel eerie. 

I am unable to decide for me

whether to be suspicious or happy. 

 

I always have something to say

even if it is about silence, 

love or nemesis’ play,

anger, frustration or violence. 

 

When I don’t think,

my anxiety starts caring for me

and again I sink

into the deep 

ocean of my thoughts and memories. 

 

Eternal Cycle Of Thoughts

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