I find myself thinking, though
I plead myself not to think.
Let it come as fresh as air of the dawn,
Let me ponder let me sink.
In the depth of depths of fathomless thoughts,
Where a beam of light I could catch.
And bring invisible to the visible eyes,
Wait a moment, let me fetch.
Day and night I am drowned thus,
In the fathomless ocean of mysterious thoughts.
Though I plead myself not to think,
But still I ponder and again I sink.
11 Jan 2010
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