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Who Knows.


What makes my mind tick?

Who knows.

Some wacky combination of

my parents x's and y's or o's or who knows.

Perhaps there's a clock inside my mind

whose arms spin round and round keeping the wheels spinning.

The gears sometimes grind but to my surprise

they

never

stop.

Sometimes it's full of cotton candy goo and other days

it's thoughts of you.

Thousands of thoughts run through my brain.

On any given day it's the ants on the ground,

the objects that I found,

the orange I just ate,

the thing that is my fate.

If I really knew

what makes my mind tick,

I'd write a paper a milion words long

til I have my PhD in what the hell is wrong.

 

#speakURmind

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