Thoughts are thoughts
No danger there.

Thoughts are thoughts
Even if my mind is bare.

The thoughts are there in the morning
and before I go to bed.

The thoughts are there to woe me
and pull me out of bed.

The wilderness beckons me,

Pushing wind beneath my sails.

Sometimes we have to go within to step out of the misery of being shut in ones head.


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