These patterns follow my mind
from the bedsheet spread into my dreams
Like flowers sit adorned in the basket
brooding over for some sleep
Tossled and pushed
I fall
once to the centre or to the very edge
The chaos creates ruckus
hitting harder
piercing into my veins
I seek solace in fighting it on
Fastening to the peaceful seat reserved at the top
to create my own space
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