Thoughts of a  day
mostly stay
Many won't go away
The good thoughts
become welcomed soughts
The bad thoughts
become drain draughts

I wonder wonder who
wrote the book of life
they could have left out the
chapters misery and strife
My thoughts carried me
to fun and laughter
which is basically
what I'm after

Thoughts of love hit me
with a wish bone
the larger side
already gone
but I do not live alone
I have a loving heart
not one of stone

Thinking of my humanity
I can't hang with the insanity
so I fight hard to
hold onto my vanity
Thoughts of wealth
made me value
my good health

Surely some thoughts sour
but my focus is on power
Since thougths of a day
love to hang around and play
I have learned to
weed the garden
and not beg their pardon

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