Poem

Mental Trip
By MwsR

In my mind, I’ve been there a hundred times or more.
Each time something different or some aspect for me to explore.
I cannot leave until it seems I’ve tried to see
what it is my mind is trying to show me.
It’s like a long hall that leads to the same places
but the places are what change the most, sometimes new faces.
An endless trip for my melancholy mind,
Remanents of what I have in past thoughts left behind.
Tragic to think I could one day loose the main jest
The meaning behind these thoughts my brain invests.
If it is then lead me another way
Be it mental, in person, or another day.

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