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My mind just seems to wonder,
So much to think about,
Can't seem to hold a thought,
Not one that makes much sense.
I think about the past a lot,
What could've been but was not.
Drifting thoughts of happy times,
Not many of those today,
I don't know what I'll do,
Mired in my self.
So here I sit,
With pen in hand,
Writing in my book.
This is my private space,
Some place to clear my mind,
In quiet solitude.
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Drifting Thoughts
Drifting Thoughts
