Scattered run my thoughts as I don’t know what I think
That your thoughts become obscure, as I can’t think
Vague seems my imagination as I cannot think
What lies ahead, how to go ahead, I cannot think
Too many thoughts but not on one thought I can think
As I sit to be with you and all my thoughts together I think
Irony it is that chase when my thoughts, I cannot think
And when sit to be thoughtless, all my thoughts I think
Such is the story of my mind, lost I have my mind I think
Just let it all be, why do I anyways think?
- Dr. Hira