April 9, 2007

Sometimes my world is lost within my own thinking and organization.
Sometimes the words I conjure up have no meaning.
Sometimes my organization takes over my thinking.
Sometimes I try too hard to find your feelings.
Sometimes I wonder where your feelings are.
Sometimes I try to believe in material things.
Sometimes I laugh to get through the day.
Sometimes I can’t know everything.
Sometimes I can’t help but to think.
Sometimes I can’t help but to dream.

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