There's the mind in the middle of the ocean bouncing over waves of thoughts. It soaks, the sun dries it. It soaks, the sun dries it.
It soaks,the sun dries it. Then suddenly it sinks, in what it thinks. It drifts out to sea and gets lost in its own school of thoughts. It soaks, the sun dries it. It soaks, the sun dries it. It soaks, the sun dries it. Then suddenly it sinks and it thinks it would be nice to stay here. The thoughts are pleasant enough and the veiw breath
taking. So it soaks, the sun dries it. It soaks, the sun dries it. It soaks, the sun dries it. Then it stares at the wall and looks into space and it wonders how ever it got to this place. It stares at the wall and it looks at its face. It stares at the wall and it rocks in its place. It stares at the wall, it looks at its face. It stares at the wall , it rocks in its place. It stares at the wall, what a waste.