Abstractism
Scrambled, hotch-potch, haywire, out of control,
The words keep haunting my head and soul.
Shall I see it as my failure in all aspects,
or just a realization of simple plain facts.
Every sphere every dimension et al,
Time is against and smell is fatal.
No idea even if these thoughts are mine,
But keep coming back every eve at nine.
( I wasnot able to complete this..........may be some other day)
The words keep haunting my head and soul.
Shall I see it as my failure in all aspects,
or just a realization of simple plain facts.
Every sphere every dimension et al,
Time is against and smell is fatal.
No idea even if these thoughts are mine,
But keep coming back every eve at nine.
( I wasnot able to complete this..........may be some other day)
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