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My mind cannot seem to find a clear path.

The mind whirls of heed

each pace creating thickness..

please, it begs

to escape.

Once lived a change of hope  

yet failed

instead succeeded to adapt. 

Exploring routes to rid of

…infinite thoughts.

Reviews

[Extant]

So much said in such a short time, I'm always fascinated by the poets who can do what you have.
"Each pace creating thickness", seems horrific to me. Our own minds can be our death.

[shunik]

this is true to me this day
thanks for the write
=]

[SHEEMA HUQ]

yet, certainly keeps a polite one...almost pleading with oneself...

[Chris]

Seems we seek the thoughts and then lose the focus...

[Leslie Philibert]

Good writing, a poem that transports its message through the form as well as content.

[Lily Mae]

Once you find that route let me know.. there are a few I need to lose..xo ;) excellent write my friend..xo

[Aristede Craig Jr]

the passion is something we love and its like amazing

[Dr. Wood ?]

The human mind one day WILL be infinite.....

[Kes]

Don't I know that feeling! Great write.
K