The thought that sits hidden in the dirty corner
The one you meant to cleanThe thought that reminds you that you are real;
It hangs like cobwebs messing up the scene
Making things less than perfect.
The thought that lies within the layers
The one that is just yours;
It stews alone like dormant dreams
Sleeping in its reckless slumber.
The thought, the thought
That fucking thoughtThe one that will not go away.
I could trade all my thoughts
For a peaceful sleep
Or a beautiful setting sun.
The thought that lingers in my mind
And rests upon my wrinkled brow
It questions itself every day
But knows just as much.
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