Sleep hid and I failed to search diligently
Caught up in odds, unmarked corridors
Where should I be, rapidly flashing question before my feet
Vigorously shaking off yearnings I have for anyone
Multi-tasking poorly, looking in any other direction than where I’m headed to
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Drum, bass guitar, and piano in my head
Playing melodies as I disconnect from dread
Writing my soul out of pity pits, traps awaiting shaky leg days
Yeah, I feel a gentle tug, in a gentle stream, moving all along well
Wash me clean Lord, please, may joy come
Even when I’m not sure you have me, I’m glad to run this race under the sun
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Electric guitar as I walk past walls I felt trapped behind
Sleep hid but I didn’t chase, was on a different case
Praying for guidance as I want to make it home
Saying I don’t want to hold any hands but feel strongly against being alone
God, I’m a mess, teach me how to be organized at once, please.
Emotion Dough 
What are you thinking about after reading this?