What bothers me
Are the thoughts
Such as, who I am
And whether I do my lot
Day passes quickly
In small tasks
Which everyone does
Without much thought
And then the night falls
In the stillness of dark
The mind races fast
Filled with thoughts
Another day gone
And the night in thoughts
Sleepless I wait, for daybreak
When shall cease my thoughts
Night is to sleep
To usher in the dreams
Keep away your thoughts
From your sleep and dreams
When I woke up at dawn
Dreams had gone
Thoughts filled my mind
Who am I, and what is my lot!
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