I Thought a Thought, I Think I Think, Every Time I Play with Ink
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Who Are We?
Who Am I?
and Why?
and Why?
and Why? Why? Why?
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So Sitting There, I Questioned air, and Tossed and Twirled
and Pulled my Hair
But Nothing Came, it Never Did
Just Laughed and Poked, in Clever Jib
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So How Then on This Perfect Day
With Not A Summons
Sound
or Say
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Did Suddenly a Thought Foray?
and Halt
This Pressing Quest
in Play
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The Answer to Your Question is…
Such utter
Silly
Foolishness
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This is Why you Round About
and Pace the Floors in Endless Doubt
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You've Seen it Oh So Many Ways
Yet Lost it in
a Clever Gaze
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You've Passed it by So Many Times
and Cast Aside
These Foolish Lines
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You've Laughed and Jibbed and Rolled About
You've Cursed and Screamed Up Such a Shout
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So Silently, Inside this Mess
Your Sweetness Lost
its Tenderness
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The Treasure of this Endless Quest
Will Not Be Found
In Endlessness
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You Must Allow your Mind to Rest
and Sit within
A Knowingness
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For There All Questions Ever Fade
Until of Course
The Next Invade
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And Lead You in a Quest Again
For Questions Truly
Know
No End
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