Muddled and befuddled in
A train of steamy streaming thought,
Stupefied and mollified to
Shades of gray cognition,
Such bland preoccupation of
A tacit situation sends the
Mind in one direction to
The dark depths of perdition.
Please allow a moment to
Collect the sad remains,
To sing one last refrain of
Some melancholy song.
Enlightenment ensues and
The mind is so bemused
With the voices and the choices
That we choose to take along.
Weep no more, my sad-eyed friend.
Dry your teary cheek.
It will all seem better when
Those inner voices speak.
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