I have no words I can write down,
They’re spinning in my head.
I try to pen them into thoughts,
But they drift off instead.
They are all whirling like the birds
That scatter on the shore.
They settle in, then rise again
And scatter off once more.
They cannot simply settle down
And just be motionless
For long enough to find some thoughts
In all that restlessness.
I’m going to stop trying to pen
Down thoughts that will not stay.
I’ll let them just run wild tonight,
And try another day!
Ecclesiastes 5:3
For a dream comes with much business, and a fool's voice
with many words.
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