I’m in deep thought,
It flows like a river it won’t get caught ,
Into a dead end,
Cause I’m adaptable and I bend,
My inner thoughts travel through,
Eventually I’ll have a clue,
Where the meanings lies,
Behind the smilies and tears I cry,
And every feeling has its page,
In our story as we age ,
Time continues as we fly ,
In our journey as we die.
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