As I walk on the tissue of broken thoughts,
I think myself a new one,
rendering yet another possible step.
I step my step as I think my thought,
in another place, there is another time,
in another time, time will stop.
In lightning speed my thougts are made,
another step on another way,
but to the tissue there is no end.
I wish for once, a thought of mine,
that would stop the steps, stop time,
to free me of my mind.














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