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Off the Rails

Confusion

I wouldn't call it a burden


Pondering is kind of my thing

Perhaps more than a diamond ring


Still it consumes me,

Me, me, me


This is for Others

Voiceless I am here

for Others


Self should come second

I desire no weapon


Should I shoot

T'would be over no loot


Nature's gold, yes

No less


I find time trying

Only lying

When sanity is dying


Consistency?

Hah!

Lest I see!


Childish in my ways

Tomorrow I see brighter waves


Crashing upon my shore

Could go down as lore


Thramesy

Romance deep

Embedded in all tales


Let's hope it does not come off the rails.

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