The Thought
One day I had a thought,
Of how fast life had shot;
Began, the ignorance of an infant
To the sleepless nights life sought.
One night I had a vision,
Oh so much love a passion!
Thus this girl became my mission,
Not knowing how much it is prison.
A restless stroll beneath the moonlight,
Wandering down pictures past;
Grasping breath,
I briskly sit
Thinking within,
the thought came in.
Of how fast life had shot;
Began, the ignorance of an infant
To the sleepless nights life sought.
One night I had a vision,
Oh so much love a passion!
Thus this girl became my mission,
Not knowing how much it is prison.
A restless stroll beneath the moonlight,
Wandering down pictures past;
Grasping breath,
I briskly sit
Thinking within,
the thought came in.
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