STOPPED
My
heart is beating hard,
Asking
me to work hard.
My
mind saying it’s time to halt,
Trying
to repair its fault.
With
constant conflict between art and thought.
Unable
to decide,
Which
to win over the other.
Freezing
the present,
And
trying to fix it all.
My
heart beats high and falls,
A
stirring jet into head,
Trying
to find, the instead.
In
the mind I am now,
Who
I am and how,
A
voice within, stops me for now.
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