Ceilings

 
Cracked or whole, mostly bare
They are the blank canvas
At which we all do stare
Our thoughts run wild and free
It makes it easier
For all of us to see
Our worries or mistakes
Before our mind shuts down
And eventually breaks
They bear all our feelings
They are keepers of thoughts
They are our ceilings.
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