Caught in a disarray of wants and have to's
Wrapped in between forced reverences and missed strolls along the beach
Here's a mind that struggles to pause and breathe.
Swerved by the timeless currents, it picks twigs of rage all along its way
Landing its upheaved mindlessness on vulnerable coasts
Here's a mind that breeds guilt in its fertile state.
Well. That's the mind that's not at it's creative best in a happy paradise.
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