My mind, it feels like it's perched on the highest crow's nest of a ship sailing on the wide open rough sea with the bellowing monsoon wind. The ship, it rocks and sways back and forth, side to side, constantly subjected to millions of liquid particles as it holds on to the directed route. Me? I'm just following what my mind says. I hardly make any sense even to myself because you see, my mind is occupied somewhere else. Perhaps perched on the highest crow's nest of a rocking ship, for it has turn its back on me.
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