THE THINKER

 

many times we slip into oblivion 

a state of unfathomed clause  

our thoughts open gateways 

in which our minds can’t sometimes comprehend 

our thoughts shapes our words 

but a thinker dissects in million ways 

carefully diving into each seas to explore 

before choosing from a thousand reasons 

the thinker dies many times before his body does 

too many dying, making it a clause 

his mind is a bloodless battlefield 

littered with bodies and gory sights 

a darkness hovers above his sanity 

a different breed, they stand unopposed 

day in day out, they battle relentlessly 

like a beautiful page, they redesign 

their words are beautiful, insanity speaks volume 

their ways are enviable, chameleon mode 

their love is pure, totally questionable 

their smile is lit, mental switch w

so chaotic, yet so powerful 

minds always on the edge, so graceful 

a billion death in a subtle way 

fragments and pieces is a fuel 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

9:08pm

24 April 2026