Just a thought
Some things will stay with us or go
And vanish slowly out of sight
Transform reality we know
To someone's anguish or delight
All memories will slowly fade
To our sorrow and dismay
To come again and be reborn
One freshly crisp and sunny day
And vanish slowly out of sight
Transform reality we know
To someone's anguish or delight
All memories will slowly fade
To our sorrow and dismay
To come again and be reborn
One freshly crisp and sunny day
True. It's a funny thing with thoughts. They form a sort of energy within themselves to either rejoin the universal cycle as such to be rethought or as a reality resulting from a transformation process in order to create...thoughts. Maybe that's the meaning of life ? ..to think ?
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