Mar 07 2015
Thoughts
Thoughts on the paper,
Like shredded time,
Thoughts that remind me,
I was blind,
Thoughts through the air,
Like a tip of a pin,
Thoughts that go through me,
Again and again,
Over and over,
Till it never ends,
Thoughts that go on,
Till the new day’s end,
These thoughts that control me,
These thoughts that I have,
They begin to consume me,
They become my nav,
They change and they transfer,
Go never unanswered,
They become the drive—
They become the answers,
They change and they switch,
But they have the same mission,
“How can I break records and switch my positions?”
They become my compass,
My Success,
My Perception,
These are the thoughts,
Without loss through encryption,
Thoughts on the paper all shredded through time.
These thoughts on the paper remind me I’m blind.
Amazing, as always.