Saturday, October 25, 2025

Don't think about it*

 Don't think about it*


The weight that is on my shoulders and not my back

The art of one's thinking makes them right off track

One thought arises then another comes as well

Before you know it your head hurts as it swells

So burst that bubble of thoughts all the time

And you will transcend each moment and also feel fine


Dom*Colucci 2011

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