These tempered thoughts Roll around in my head They spin me around And fall to the ground Down under my feet Where I often tread They’re broken to pieces And left there for dead
But I pick up the debris Of my shattered thoughts And put it together In a brand new design One way or another Let me tell you my dear The story gets told And the magic unfolds
In the heat of the moment I take one more chance I’m caught in your torrent But I know how to dance My mind turns around And I look in your eyes The picture I see Is a pleasant surprise
I’m drowned in your laughter And lost in your smile That tale that you told me Might last for a while The music you played me Is such a sweet tune The moon in your eyes Took me down deep inside
So…that Is my story and I’m sticking to it I’ve given you a deep look Inside my mind Don’t bury the treasure Or think something’s wrong Just let it sink in And I’ll sing you a song
This poem was created from a stream of consciousness. I like writing this way from time to time. This just means that there’s no specific destination in mind in the beginning and I just let the poem unfold one line at a time.