I was thinking,
Pondering throughout the whole fuckin' night,
Throughout the whole wearisome day.

Thinking of myself,
Waving feet in the smiling sand,
Seemingly carefree,
No worries, no false cheer,
No one to feign affection,
No one to hold my heart dear,
Only me and my
Thoughtless experience in my mind,
Thinkin' of having no thoughts,
My feet, like withered leaves on a dead tree,
Still waving, but lacking a soul within,
Still vibrant, but devoid of hope.

Thinking of myself,
Dreaming of boundless aspirations,
Yet doing nothing to achieve them,
Only thinking, only dreaming,
No tangible efforts,
No hard work by my side,
Merely desiring the outcome
Without investing the input,
My efforts dissolve like salt in flour,
The...