Don’t know.
My crazy monkey keeps me from dreaming.
Keeps from sleeping.
My crazy monkey and I share the same mind.
And in the dark of my inner thoughts.
My crazy monkey, stealing and hides.
Sometimes I think, my crazy monkey takes forms of places I’ve seen.
People I’ve known.
Everything of the unknown.
And I, with my crazy monkey. Am alone
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