I want to close my eyes, and
begin to dream.
To see all my thoughts,
riding on the merry-go-round of my mind.
Begin to dream,
seeing each thought move up and down.
Riding on the merry-go-round of my mind,
my Body wants to rest, but my Mind wants to think.
Seeing each thought move up and down,
who will win this battle over my soul?
My Body wants to rest. My Mind wants to think.
I think, I sleep I dream, I wake.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
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3 comments:
Your mind may think about resting, too, unless the merry-go-round represents happy, unstressful thoughts.
i love this piece, you have a wonderful way with words
..and we dream in the fury of our own thoughts. unable to control it unable to scream unable to make it stop. unless we wake up. and thus should we remember or try to forget?
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