The quiet leads to thinking,
and with enough thinking it becomes believing.
and with the believing comes the seeing,
which leaves me quiet and thinking.
but believing can leave you questioning,
when you question you wonder,
and wondering leads you down roads.
These roads let you see,
and what you see you cant believe,
cause its horrifying,
and its mesmerizing.
And as your mesmerized your quiet...
cause your lost in your thinking,
the only thing you have left,
your moments of thinking..
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