I ask myself “who am I?",
I wait for a reply.
I hear my thoughts rambling,
I here myself say “Why?”
Why do I see myself as I do,
in fact, what do I actually see?
I realise after all this time, my thoughts have been taking over me.
If I step back and think about each time I have found myself in despair,
I never really realised, it was a thought that took me there.
Thinking makes us something,
it’s the one thing that sets us apart;
a thought leading to happiness,
or a broken heart.
What will your thoughts be today, knowing what you know?;
A single thought, leads to many others,
we reap what we sow.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
I ask myself “who am I?",
I wait for a reply.
I hear my thoughts rambling,
I here myself say “Why?”
Why do I see myself as I do,
in fact, what do I actually see?
I realise after all this time, my thoughts have been taking over me.
If I step back and think about each time I have found myself in despair,
I never really realised, it was a thought that took me there.
Thinking makes us something,
it’s the one thing that sets us apart;
a thought leading to happiness,
or a broken heart.
What will your thoughts be today, knowing what you know?;
A single thought, leads to many others,
we reap what we sow.
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