When the sun peaks its light Into everyone's window There is thought... Some thoughts are strange Some thoughts are green Some thoughts are lucid Some thoughts are mean- Most always dependant On the one day or night When what one feels is wrong Or what one feels is right- What one feels is worthy What one feels is not Dependant on strange, green Lucid or mean... Kind of reminds me of Mindly brain snot!
Reason for writing:
Conversations with brains...(just venting):)
Birth sign: Pisces
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