words ever flowing/pieces of me
Thoughtless
For in these short years
we taste too quickly and yearn for more
thoughtlessly we dive back upon
the horse
that threw us so far
into the hands of angels we bleed
upon the shoulders of liars
we cry
wondering ever why
hearing only our pained voice
never finding the reason
letting go should be a desire
finding truth an instinct
but somehow we manage to override
all sensibilities
all logical answers
and force what someone else has trained
us to find
no you know nothing of your own thoughts
that was someone elses version you lived
we taste too quickly and yearn for more
thoughtlessly we dive back upon
the horse
that threw us so far
into the hands of angels we bleed
upon the shoulders of liars
we cry
wondering ever why
hearing only our pained voice
never finding the reason
letting go should be a desire
finding truth an instinct
but somehow we manage to override
all sensibilities
all logical answers
and force what someone else has trained
us to find
no you know nothing of your own thoughts
that was someone elses version you lived
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Thoughtless
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