Birds look beautiful flying in the sky
Not swarming inside your head
Running into each other
Destroying when one wrongs another
Like the serenity of a clear blue sky
The peace of a clear mind
Is invaluable
Where do you wanna go?
What do you want to do?
Who do you want to be?
All of these questions pop up
Like a game of whack-a-mole
And just like the game
A temporary solution isn’t gonna keep them suppressed
So sit back
And work it out
Take your time
And let the birds find their rhythm
Sanity and clarity are different
But they rhyme for a reason
If there’s no clarity up there
The sheer pandemonium
Will weigh you down
But fret not
Take your time
After all, you want to hit those moles
So they go down
Once and for all.

– Tavleen

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