Would you let me show
My mind
My mind
Is too covered with flies
With delicate wings
And vicious eyes
Reflecting in mine
Is it too late to face it
Too late to claim
My soul is in my hands
When truly I have no idea
It could be lying on the floor
Where I was left to rot
I sobbed it out
And now I am a rock
As smooth as one can be
Only disguised
To catch the eye
Of a gullible traveler
Who would pick me up
And exclaim in such delight
How I was such a find
How I could sooth their mind
But I'm restless to die
With the rest of my humanity
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