The quiet

Lonely, lazy thoughts patrol my mind

The quiet, the still yet the disquiet of still

Thoughts per chance do roam

Lost, stolen, begging to take me

Take me anywhere but here by my soul

My soul that waits for no man but yet

Waits for all mankind to move inside

Inside my mind of thoughts and dreams

Flying solo I do keep them all away

Till one day I’m too tired to barrier

And I shall let them in and we’ll see

We shall see what thoust bring to me

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