And all my thoughts just come and go
And come and go some more.
As such, they’re like the ebb and flow
Of tides upon the shore.
At times, I try to turn them back
Or hurry them along,
But neither one fulfils my lack
Or rights the slightest wrong.
That goes to show that where it’s at
Is neither here nor there;
Although I think of this and that,
My thoughts are but thin air.
It’s only through the eyes of time
That thoughts appear to be sublime.
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