Recycled thoughts that were
thought before, I have to think
a new but the same memory
comes back where is my
imagination, where is my free
thought.
  
Like a nightmare I cant think
things anew, just that same thing,
that same thought recycled in my
mind once more.
  
I need to feel things, to think of
things that havent happened.
Not to use these old thoughts, ideas
chaffed at the edges as used to much.
Cobwebs in my mind I need to wake
my mind, to make to see things anew.