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I sit and stare out in to space
Wondering if i will ever be great
Wondering if i could ever be seen
Wondering if i would shine and gleam

As i sit i ponder thoughts
Thoughts of who , what , and was
Thoughts of plans that may come true
Thoughts of me , and thoughts of you

I like to think of things i see
Things like times ,places  , and thee
Things i bought, things i sell
Things that ever leave a lasting smell 

My senses are not the brightest sparks
My senses lose me when it is dark
My senses bring me home to you
My senses tell me what to do

I am a person to that i be
A person who loves
A person who care
A person who leaves all things to bare

I shall be the one that fights
The one you snuggle up to in the night
The one you love , the one you care
The one who plays with your hair

I sit and ponder as i look out in to space
We are one , we are the human race 

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Space is a distortion of the mind
To where there void is a clearance in thought
Planets are ideas in a galactic state of freedom
Life is a meaning of many ideas in a collective manor
Air is a way of thought and freedom that surrounds ideas and notions
Water is the fuel that feed the galaxy in the mind

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I play with the thought that i can write .

I play with the thought that i can say

a letter i write but not much to say

i store my feelings and keep them a bay

why do i do this for there i much to be said

but the words they escape me and fall from my head

i put pen to paper but i just cant write

i doodle and scribble , it not a good sight

my words are like a painting ,for i need a muse

but i think of these time when i feel confused

my head is a volcano , it explodes with so much

but i want to sleep now i fight it so much

why is when you just want to rest your head start to be thinking and i need my bed


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