My brain how it seethes.
It deceives me so!
Are you really my friend?
Or a masked & disgruntled foe?
Is the path that I walk crooked?
Or is it really quite straight?
Is it love that I am feeling?
Or is it love that I love to hate?
Is that beauty I see?
Amidst and among the urban decay?
And of my condition:
If I’m sick or well I can’t say.
My brain how it seethes.
It deceives me so!
My brain how it sings.
And comforts me so!
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