1,2,3..

 

1,2,3… 4,5,6… 7,8,9,10…

You can say it again.


1,2,3…

Are heartbeats unfathomable.

Breathe Pounding in anxiety for the unknown,

Or breathe inhaled excitedly for that glimmer.


4,5,6…

Are imaginations incomprehensible.

Thoughts moving in disarray for the obscure, 

Or thoughts beaming in hope for the rainbows.


7,8,9,10…

Are mindless thoughts in scribbles.

Not holding. Not feeling…

Just wanting to not wanting.

Just jargon’s seeking temporary audience.


But then, stop overthinking it,

1,2,3… 4,5,6… 7,8,9,10…

Is just a nursery rythmes!

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