And, When I’m thinking

I haven’t written in a while, I think it’s rather terse

To think as often as I do, maybe it’s a curse

The beauty of the thought is not for when it stops

It is only when the thought prevails the meaning really drops

I don’t believe we were meant to be, sad or somewhat trivial

But, sometimes people make comments, comments rather vitriol

As I move along, I know that times will change

It’s not always when we want, sometimes it’s just exchange

I’m looking for the open view, a new and clear perspective

It won’t appear unless I see, the horizon as a detective

For as we look we want to see the gift of sight itself

But sight is only worth the thought which sits upon the shelf

Don’t hesitate or stop your thought for time is running out

To think what is important, is important without a doubt

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