You sit there... I wonder what you think.
I sit here... words, thoughts on some brink
Pleasant silent night
Quiet, unobtrusive, light...
There is a comfort in the rambling talk
As if for a while all sense took a walk
There is something in the air
Dont know what, to be fair
But the idea... isnt to know
It´s just... to go with flow.
Fair, unfair... have stopped thinking.
But often I wonder, what is your mind thinking?
(From someone who thinks too much...dedicated to someone who does not)
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