Think fast
I’m off my rocker,
Going fast around a bend.
My thoughts, they wander,
To a place without an end.
Where willow trees, falling leaves decide to reside,
Where shallow seas, hidden fees rise to the tide –
Look over yonder,
At all the ink I haven’t penned.
My thoughts, they wander,
To a place without an end.
Posted Nov 9, 2022, 3:34 AM UTC · edited
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