Something's happened to the back of my mind,
Nothing is funny, I don't want to play.
The blue sky and sun's just making me blind.
I think today I'm thinking much too much
I don't know if I'm really here or not,
Reality is lost beneath my touch
I need something but I just don't know what.
Perhaps it's better not to write like this,
Not anymore 'cause now these things get read.
Best to pretend that nothing is amiss
And write a happy love sonnet instead.
I don't want readers to get all perturbed
Or maybe think I'm mentally disturbed.
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