The end

The streets are crowded
So is my mind
My thoughts are
Happy, sad, confused
Oh wait
Right now, it's blank
Damn,
Not anymore
A thought just raced to that space
Like the cab that occupies every inch
On the busy, crowded street
Won't think. No. Not anymore
Do what I please
Like that gigantic bus
That manoeuvres it's way
On the tiny, crowded street.
Let me distract myself
Listen to some music
Bury the voices in my head
Like that lonely pedestrian
With his headphones
On the crazy, crowded street
With absolutely no idea about
Those crazy drivers honking
Ah, the thoughts that
Make their way into my head
Ok. Shhh! Stay quiet.
Peace. Yes, it's white
It's the end.