Getting ready with the harness,
To jump into the pool of thought,
To not let anything in my mind rot
Come back into this thoughtless sack,
Not sure if I'd want the harness to break,
And let me stay in the world where I ain't a freak
You let free those past thoughts sown,
It may not gain you with much support,
But then life does not ask you of any report
But being called sane is not the priority,
To bring forward your true opinions on everything,
Maybe thats what shaped my minds wings
And thats why I got ready for the fall,
Into that useless pool of thoughts,
Just to save my mind from the drought
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