redundant, thought

sometimes i think and think of that

always wondering of that and that

it never stops that feeling of that

coming and going and sometimes unknowing

 

i sit in a diner thinking of that

i sit in my room "oh that."

and always, in my bed, thinking that

 

this and that and that becomes this

this is whats on my mind 

this is, what that is.

 

 

 

 

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