The Often Painted 1 & 2

A Poem by foolsrush

I wrote this poem perhaps six years or so from today.

These are my thoughts
My ramblings you now hold
Take only their context
The words are nothing more

These are my thoughts
Soon you will read
All of my opinions
Just don't misjudge me

These are my thoughts
Take care to understand
This is nothing spectacular
Just the thoughts of a young man

These are my thoughts
Within you will find
Nothing is as it seems
Within my troubled mind

These are my thoughts
Ramblings of the mold
Flowing as clouds which weep
They've taken hold

Drifting in pairs
To play the cards more
Running as times have passed
Seeing no door

Trapped in placement
Filled in with words
Flowing in with idleness
Moving in herds

These are my ways
And truly be told
Troubling as it somtimes seems
My mind grows old