A Thousand Thoughts race's my mind
Each one at its own pace
A thousand thoughts about everything
Entwined and body changing
Changing like dysfunctional channels
Each containing its own mood
Difficult to control, but the steer I hold
Pulls my nerves together like guitar strings
Each thought initiates a feeling
Every though contains a word
Each word contains a mood
But my body is silent
A thousand thoughts, I'm unmoved
Looks sorrowful with cheerful thoughts
But downhearted with a smiley face.

Paulinus Eiman.

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