I don’t know why my thoughts are so loud
I tried to pay attention in class but I didn’t even realize class was out
I wasn’t asleep I never sleep
I was occupied with my mind
It kept speaking to me
In a disturbing melody
Of whispers of a million ideas
There’s nothing poetic about a mind
That never a gets any rest

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