Ideas a fine a dozen in the head while your body be frozen in place contemplating the merits and bells where the lights signs all the fritz.
A ball in play and you mold thoughts like clay into shape used some day noting them all down in thick paper so they don't ever go away.
The reason comes and grounds all wet yet your thoughts haven't been washed out of bounds from the neurons firing keeping those ideas from dying.
As storms rage within the realms of both your head and realities grip like life trying to break all that resolve you know full well nothing but work makes things evolve.
Slowly the world calms and each step now is right into your palm each hand good tight the dreams and ideas you all know as right.
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