Quatrain of Talking To Myself
O' Boy!
Whenever I talk to myself,
I only hear noise
in my
head,
Few ideas are formed, and
nothing interesting
is ever
said.
But I cannot stop the
words that flow,
if solely in my
mind,
I shall always hear noise as
long as my mouth and
thoughts, are
wordlessly
aligned.
Yorktown Disciple
O' Boy!
Whenever I talk to myself,
I only hear noise
in my
head,
Few ideas are formed, and
nothing interesting
is ever
said.
But I cannot stop the
words that flow,
if solely in my
mind,
I shall always hear noise as
long as my mouth and
thoughts, are
wordlessly
aligned.
Yorktown Disciple
Poetry
at its
finest,
read
until
you
drop!
at its
finest,
read
until
you
drop!
Please keep your thoughts your yourself
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