Foolish Kid

Issues are to be dealt with tissues, when you cry on your pillow
Break your flower pots and dance with eccentric cats who are observing your body from outside
Call your friends and tell them how much you pretend in front of them
Say it all and tell them how much it stinks when your occupy yourself with bodies and strange odor
Grab your cord and throw it out like a snake from the cliff
Look at your speakers and then the instrument you have
Rip it's heart out and pour your wisdom inside that piece of wood/\steel/\iron/\

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It's hard out there, we all know it and often felt this thunder
Flowers dry and the water picks another flower for further life
Capturing a feeling and the rupture inside, too much to bare
What if a bear comes inside your room? How will you bare then?
Reason, Logic and Rationality are so sweet when given coherency 
But what if somebody lacks these sweets? Should they turn towards something scrumptious or maybe sour
It starts as a dream and often feels too good, such feelings of joy and excessive jolts of sudden thrusts where life just gives you a call and tells you how beautiful your insides are 
But all these change post 20 seconds, at one moment you are chasing paint tubes and then you are on the floor trying to remember how butterfly's fly or how your mother looked when she died after you grew up
Tis a small world, everybody knows but to astronauts it seems like "There is so much i can see"
God lives; He lives with Me; She lives with him; They are inseparable; 

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( Not Mine)