A poem I wrote a long time ago, when I was at a point of confusion in my life.
Inside the little head of mine
there was a little man
the reason he was sent there was
to organize everything he can
when that little man of mine
lost something he found dear
I lost that little man of mine
he is nowhere near
now my head is just a mess
to organize, I’ll try my best
this man was my subconscious mind
now I need, this thing I’ve lost, to find
to return my little man to me
and regain my jumbled mind.
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