Stream of Thought
There is a place between nightmares and dreams, where my thoughts flow just like a stream.
It is there you will find me, oftentimes.
Making rhymes – killing time.
Making plans, and neural connections.
Forgetting some things and inserting corrections.
My mind will wander, from poetry to prose, from family to friends, to my garden rose.
But sadly as my thoughts go here and there,
I’m really just sitting in my chair.
Wasting away, in the soup of my dreams,
I’m really doing nothing beside the stream.
So friend – come over and take me away,
out of my chair, and into the day.
Let’s live in the moment for that’s what I need,
the world that is real is special indeed.
Ok DONE! 😀
Haha let’s go!
Very good 😘