well there's concern pouring off the face
tense brows and stricken eyes are doing it
Dare you question existence
Dare you stop hollow
All the speculation
and all the hearsay
swarms in younger minds
as if there is something to discern
But it's noise, sounds in the form of garbage
thought's that have a glue like substance
that catch on the inner tunnels of the mind
disallowing other things to fall through
here you are all the while thinking it's all true
But it's all false clutter of no true use to you
Often holding you back from sorting
A mess that is hiding resolution
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