A mindful poem

Demons appear without any warning
They stare at me like in mourning
All those noises are silently heard
Much preferring the early singing bird

Try my bike knowing I can’t play
Best go for a walk looking for Rose’
Keeping active is such a cover up
Look at Stu he’s such a crazy nut

On a guitar is it just a show
Me myself and I, we say no
27th July 1964
Until when, I don’t fucking know

Stay away
Free my day
Talk to me
Let me free

Today is again, it’s just a gain.

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