The infamous lack the thinking
That is granted to but a few.
Splashing in the reality,
Covered as if in the morning dew.
The trail that seems to wander
Through the maze of my thoughts.
Has its bearing that conflicts
With the reality of known desires.
Yet I plod through this forest,
Hoping I am not in circles going.
One will hope to find the vastness
That lies beyond the shores of thought.
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Love ya!
Jane