I often take the time out of my day to describe my thoughts and feelings. On a particular day this fall, " Endeavors of Thought" had been written to focus on the gifts of thought or sentience, but point out at the same time the faults that lie in mankind.
By Cole Mizzi.
Twisting and twirling thoughts, wishes for great endeavor, thoughts clog and control my head.
The great future discoveries mock me, how I wish to be able to control them.
Funnel my flittering anger and frustrations into a near divine ideal.
So many ideas, solutions, and yet I cannot seem to put them together.
They flutter as such leaves in the wind, and as I seem to just grasp their stems,
they disappear as a sudden gust carries them away.
A blessed mind, but a seeming cursed soul
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