I Think
I think not once
Nor twice but thrice
But all my thinking
Aren't making me wise
The decision which I took first
Then changing it completely with the second thought
And with the third cogitation
I am lost
Maybe I'm slow
To switch on the brain
Or I might be afraid of thoughts rain
As it keeps on coming from dusk till drawn
At this point of time
I guess it's better to sleep
Although there also lies the fear of dreams
Which brings with it all different kinds of believes
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