Somewhat this is not right,
The churn in my stomach,
The scuttle in my mind,
The anticipation
What am I really looking forward to?
Who is causing all the havoc in my mind?
Am confused. Am out of line
But more so in my mind
Who? I ask
The answers, as diverse as my digits
Loyalty? Loneliness?
Which does win eventually
If it came to the heave
Which one will break?
Thirty six hours
And counting…
Tick toc tick…….
Am getting desperate
yearn for some situation
A vindicated situation
Where only me will discern
The real reason behind the fedora
I think of you,
I inscribe of you,
And Voila! Your name pops in my mail box
Call it extrasensory perception,
but I choose to call it…….
No, my mind vetoes the idea
And that’s how I mislay my intellect
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