I often think what could be
I mean a think is just today for me
But thoughts sometimes blind me
Think covers my eyes I can not see
Flavors on my pallet with sweet and sour
Lessons to be told and learned
Trust to be earned
Drag along passed many things
Too much to pull along
Makes you think what you passed along
Along the way while thinking
Like a blink of a thing passed in the wind
I think too often
I think I will stop.