Windshield Innards

The soft settle sound of the rain
Tapping the windshield of my inner mind
But no one knows

They just think they know
How I work and what makes me tick
But the clock is broken underneath my heart, it only tocks

And my thoughts are rocking me back and forth
Roughly and smoothly soothing me to sleep
As the storm washes through everything I’ve ever destroyed

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