Mish-Mash

Confused energies all mish-mashed

I wish I could stop and turn it into cash.

I think I think I wanna have fun

But then I think, 'I am done!'

But I do try, and I do fail

'Failing many times is success,' they say.

I think one thing, do another

I always have a goal, never a cover

For my mistakes.

I am not an idiot, no, not quite

I'm just a mish-mash with no end in my sight.

My brain works a bit different

I don't know what I'm doing; it could be malignant.

We like to tell stories, yet where are our own?

Where is our meat, our finale, at least our 'give a dog a bone'?

By Helen Flower

Let me know what you think. I'd love to hear! I am not a poet and don't have much practice in writing in this way, so please be kind. It was just a bit of fun self-expression!

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