I think, I think, I think therefore I think I am
Mechanical little workings, I tick I am I think,
But there are no certainties in thought, that's why it's
ff* uu nnnnn nnnny,
ff nnn nnnn honeyyyyyyy yyyy yyyyy
yy yyy
She asked if I found Jesus, but he's laughing
Ha hhh ha
ha aaaaaaa ha haa
'Cause he just wanted directions out of the tomb, *Ha
He don't have Alzheimer's or nothin,' HA
He was just trying to find himself. ha
My pockets are heavy, heavy, heavenly heavy
With prayer stones and dog bones
And secrets that tick,tick, tick therefore am
Am, am am amamaMAMAMA
M
I ? A am
Who am M who am I
A *I
? M
Who A am I
Wailing like a helpless baby WANTS
That at least knows what it wants. wants
What do you YOU
you what you wants
WANT do you wants YOU
you what do you YOU wants you
**want?
Not really a poem, just a tiny excerpt from my thought catalog where my mind is allowed to get lost.
