Thoughts uncover
Thoughts are told
Thoughts discover
Thoughts are sold
In the residue of our mind
Our thoughts relish the quicksand of time
Do we repeat or do we rewind
The thoughts that we have yet to find
Thoughts collide
Thoughts are gifts
Thoughts decided
Thoughts are swift
Turn circles and twist lines
Our thoughts have no meaning even in a bind
Look around and see the signs
Don’t think of anything or you’ll go blind
Thoughts die
Thoughts are empty
Thoughts reply
Thoughts are plenty

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