By-Josphin George


The chaos you are hearing

Surrounding you like a wormhole

Perhaps not even started yet

Maybe it’s all in your mind.


The eyes that are staring you

May not even be looking at you

The whispers you are hearing

May not even about you

Maybe it’s all in your mind.


The hurdles putting you down

Perhaps are for letting you up

The wounds you've got

Perhaps are for healing your soul

The pain you are feeling right now

Maybe it’s all in your mind.


So stay strong till the end

She said to her heart

Cause if something bad happens

We'll blame the mind.



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