A night it all stood still
A night I could not bear it all
My head bombarded with thoughts
My head filled with it
Morning dew came out of what I thought it will never came out again
For years it was dry
And yet again it filled with water
To let go or not that is the question
A quote with edited words
A quote retold from a poet
Could i say this in a simplier way
I wish I could
But this is a public blog
If thoughts were put in words
Where will there be privacy?
If thoughts can be replaced with jars
I can be a millionare
