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The many things that run through my little mind
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Thinking that I thought that I thought about thinking
The many things that run through my head are very little drops of thought.
They fall onto deaf ears and roll into the eyes of bigger egos
Thoughts that roll around are not for the heart of heartless
They are from the deep dark holes in my soul.
The thoughts are about love and lust alike
life and death play together like young pups wrestling for a mother's affection
Questions fill my mind with ignorance
The flavor of not knowing is pure white
And the mood is blue
The delicate delirium that fills my head from time to time deceives my eyes with preview's of whats to come
I am Sisyphus, doomed to roll my stone up the hill only to watch it fall again and again.
Hermes will bring the thought to me from the gods who hate the very thought of my recollection of thought
Thoughts of sleep during the day and of life in my slumber.
Angels kiss my soul to let me drift away in a beautiful daydream that is the everyday muse of life.