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Barren Thoughts

O my soul thirsts for fulfilment
in the hall of confusion and staleness.
But I got philandering thoughts,
a conglomerate of phantasmagoria.
Scatterbrained, an umpteen grey hole.
Of turpitude mindset
ensnaring both me and myself.
How can I accuse stupidity
when my judgement is a greige?
A salmonella thinking jug
making sick all that drink from it.
Of abysmal know-how,
annulling all that pass through me.
How can I pass this feat
when I always envision defeat?
How can I make fertile an arid land
when my head is buried in the sand?
Though I tarry long with barren thoughts
but the rain will fall on me again.

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