Why don't my hands never seem to listen,
When I want them to stay in place.
Why can't my mouth seem to stop them words,
They just pick up the pace.
Why can't my brain listen,
When I lose myself in a daze,
Why can't my heart figure out what to do?
It's just an endless maze.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
