Where does time go when you're drifting in your bed?
Where does time go when you're thinking in your head?
Where do you go when I am away?
What is it that I must say?
Where do you draw the line between right and wrong?
What have you done?
We're terribly harmed.
YOU ARE READING
Take Apart My Head.
PoetryMy mind is full, so I release it on paper to empty my thoughts.
