I don't even feel like writing,
Yet with my mind I'm fighting,
Dancing to the beats in my ears,
Not acknowledging any present fears
Not realising what to do,
All I'm waiting for is a sign from you,
I'm running out of time,
Can't even explain it in my rhyme,
Galvanising around the tree of thoughts,
Within the circle of doubts I'm caught,
Peeking around with my eyes closed,
The validity of all I've done opposed
Caught within the boundary of duty,
Growing in me like roots of a tree,
The thoughts which would prove me crazy,
Are the ones which always seem so hazy
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