This is just my mind wondering and thinking this very shallow thoughts. And I don't know if it's a poem or not. Categorise it.
My mind is blank
It feels like an empty tank
Is there a chance
That I would find water for the tank
My mind is empty
The blank is full of empty spaces
I need a plan but there is no thought
And there is no idea 💡
I am travelling in a no destination space time continuum.
I crave for worthiness
I crave to be in the elite class
But still am lost at which way starts the journey.
My mind is blank and void of what to do
And which way to go, also how to go
In the wake of a new day I am still not certain what I am.
Hopefully in the wake of a new day some day I would figure it out
Then water under the bridge will fill the tank......
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