Thoughts

On a fine day my head is filled with thoughts aplenty

So much that it confuses my soul

So much that I cant think straight

Making up my mind

I borrow a pen from my desk

I borrow a paper from my shelf

Facing the wall with a blank face

And silent stare

That’s when I stop thinking

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