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The Habitual Thinker

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I wrote this poem while thinking about the people who care the most. I’m not talking about the happy people, but the people who want to be happy through your happiness. The people so caught up trying to live through you that they forget they’re the ones actually in pain.




The Habitual Thinker



Habitual thinker what are you thinking about?


The sounds of joy or the resonance of doubt?


Habitual thinker is that a glint in your eyes?


Do I see your smile and the ease up of your sighs?



Habitual thinker are you happy now?


Now that I’ve gotten you to think about life somehow?


Is it the memories of the greener side?


Because the grass is much better when you don’t have to hide.



Habitual thinker what are you hiding from?


Why sit by yourself and just twiddle your thumbs?


Are you going to answer or just stay quiet?


This connection is strong you can’t deny it.



I’m the habitual thinker and yes I’m thinking about


The way you pry, is it to keep you from a less than desirable pout?


They say the ones who are invasive are the ones who aren’t happy.


Why do you try so hard to keep me laughing?



Are you sad yourself from your habitual thinking?


Does your sorrow keep you sunken and drive you to drinking?


Are you in need of an ear to hear YOUR worries?


Because I’m fine until I hear YOUR stories.



The stories you depict upon your face.


They tell of your defeat in your own race.


Don’t walk away now, I’m just getting started.


So are you the one who has nearly departed?



Almost checked out then you found your muse.


One you can ponder about, wonder, and then confuse.


Confuse your life’s loudness, with the silence of my own.


Because at least when you feel unheard, you know you’re not alone


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Habitual Thinker by Aaliyah Calloway 3:02 PM 12/5/2014

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