Good Night ,It's a Deal
The mirage I can see of you
Is clouding all my thought
It penetrates me right through
And can stop me on the spot
Your like a hazy mist I see
And like some dense cold fog
I wish that I could get free
But I am still as an old log
The image I have trapped inside
Is from you and what you’ve seen
Never will I run and hide
From anywhere I have been
How can I see what’s not my thought
With such a rampant clarity
It starts out like some tiny spot
Then shows its true immensity
The thoughts go through so fast
And have me spinning like a top
From all this I do get gassed
It will happen til I drop
My minds silhouette of you
Is impressed deep within my soul
Have to wonder what is true
Before it takes it’s toll
Are you true thought
Or just idea
Was it a shot
Of old Sangria
Are thoughts like drinks
That quench a thirst
For he who thinks
Shall get there first
Know my thoughts won’t be coerced
Cause I see thoughts like tiny bubbles
If they all burst
Your trouble doubles
My thought has tired me
To a point that I can feel
It’s like I cannot see
“Good Night” ,“It’s a deal”
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