Wishy-washy, tumble dry
Upward sweeps and downfall tortures
My virtues always spin the cycle
Deranged lunatic, but commonly quiet
I jump on a horse bareback and wisp into the sunset
only to be thrown off again
I’ve hurt my pride, my decency, and my head
Dancing daisies whistling in my ear
Moonlit skies that brighten the road ahead
Decisions, once placed, can never be taken back
Think first before your chickens have all hatched
– Soul of Aly
My mind is a beautiful chaos 
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