November 4, 2011
By Mr.Joe BRONZE, Palatine, Illinois
Mr.Joe BRONZE, Palatine, Illinois
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Laying in my bed
thoughts are running around my head

bumping into wall to wall
until I start to fall into the deep abyss, of the loveliness, of that place inside my head.

All my thoughts, to themselves
bustling round like Christmas elves.

they cant imagine whats it like
out here, out in the light.

I can see them but they cant see me
thoughts inside my head seem so close to me.

I can't decide how to abide by the thoughts inside my mind.

I'm not much of a poet but what I do know is how I may be slow

I don't care what you think of me though

You think that I care about what you think?

Well why don't you write about it on teen ink?

Its not my business to say how you should play your life day by day

But if I was tell you that you were doing it all wrong. I wouldn't tell you through this little song.

Truth is, life ain't that long, to be walking around pretending that your big and strong.

You gotta live life with no regrets. Do what you love and screw the rest.

You gotta live life like your flying a kite, even when the wind blows you to the right.

Just go with the flow that life throws at you. Don't be so up tight like a marble statue.

All these thoughts are in my head as I lay here silently in my bed.

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