Unowned


How can you express your thoughts to a world
That will never understand? They know not
What goes on in your head. It is a swirled
Mess, a long winding road, a scattered lot.

You do, indeed, have a method to your
Madness, but your reasoning to them is
Insane, so why even tell? Give a tour
And they ask for a refund. It is biz.

How is one expected to deal with their
Own thoughts, tangled in the mind, whenever
Also required, by some law, to share?
Is the mind truly owned by one? Never.

Until one can individually
Form thoughts, then this trapped world will stay dippy.

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