Mind of Dysfunction

I walk away to escape, the daily shouts and screams of life.
I gaze to the right and I see faces of happiness and joy and jealousy in mine.
I gaze to the left and I see faces of disappointment.
I walk by the brushes of wind from the automotives.
I run around the blare of a horn and a stern dirty look.
Too peace at last and the screams of joy.
Then to peace row home.
Endless torture from the mind.
Obsession's have their tolls.


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