Thought
In solitude I am heard.
In company I am shared.
Free as a bird,
but not freely bared.
Comfort, I can give,
Yet more often I take.
Inspire, provoke, instigate.
I exist in the mind.
A fleeting thing to find.
For anything to be,
you see,
you need me.
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