Poezja

There’s a place in your head
It’s were all your thoughts that don’t work
To crazy to make sense, roaming looking for reason
To different at the time or just not right
It’s were you dump all your troubles
All your failures and all your hopelessness
And hope they go away
But in the end they just come back
Stronger than ever and looking to dig in
Maybe it’s time you empty out your Wasteland of Thought.