To wish and
wish and
wish to be
gentle
clothed only in magnetic
silence
would be my bliss
TDM
To wish and
wish and
wish to be
gentle
clothed only in magnetic
silence
would be my bliss
TDM
Whatever will i do with this head of mine,
it thinks of nothing,
no thoughts divine,
and when i come close
to pondering fare,
i sit and wonder,
i sit and stare.
Nothing ever comes easily
in this cognitive lump,
a heap of nothingness,
a neurological lump.
And if it ever decides to spark a fuse,
a thought, an idea,
i shall not refuse.