Pondering
On the nights I lay in bed not feeling tired at all, are the nights I begin to ponder.
Pondering, Pondering, I ponder the night away, not caring that daybreak is close at hand.
Wondering, Wondering, I wonder what life holds for me?
Tomorrow is coming fast, I wonder what it will be like?
The sun is rising now, my lids finally close in sleep.
I begin to dream about myself lying on my bed and pondering the night away.
Pondering, Pondering...
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