Quatrain of Empty Head
No sound
There is no silence in my
head, noise races on
like a freeway
sound,
As if I was tearing through
streets at night, I
hear my mind
abound.
What is it in my empty head
that makes the noise
of nothing so
loud?
I long for quiet to flood my brain, it's extreme zilch
I have ardently
avowed.
Yorktown Discipl
No sound
There is no silence in my
head, noise races on
like a freeway
sound,
As if I was tearing through
streets at night, I
hear my mind
abound.
What is it in my empty head
that makes the noise
of nothing so
loud?
I long for quiet to flood my brain, it's extreme zilch
I have ardently
avowed.
Yorktown Discipl
Order # 10781
In
my
empty
head
my
empty
head
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