Oh, How the Mind Meanders
Oh, how the mind meanders
When sleep is slight
On restless nights
And to nod it panders
Oh, how the mind meanders
Through cobwebs of tinsel
And shadowy limbs of
Trees made of marshmallow branches
Oh, how the mind meanders
On a moon cast morn
Not ready for dawn
But which must move along
Oh, how the mind meanders
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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