Sitting in a city, thinking about a town
Think more, the thoughts should pour
Never stop, this thought process of yours
And when they’re broken, dead or tainted, don’t you worry.
That’s how thoughts are meant to be!
They are born, sown and grown
They mature, multiply and cause wonders
They come back, when the time is right
For they had a purpose for your life
That would eventually be served
Thoughts knew, you mightn’t have known
Don’t doubt, be sure. Don’t question, why they don’t appear
They’ve gone on vacation, somewhere deep down the ocean
They bring what you’d wanted, always.
Don’t think about them. They’ll do the thinking for you…
They’ve always existed, before and after you!
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