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The Tramps - Thoughts
They run across the world in flight
Floating away without will
Dreamers flying in the night
Until the morning birds trill
The Invisible playing hide and seek
Till mind finds and chains
Once chained ideas leak
Flooding the mind as it rains
They spell the passer by to find
As they search hither and thither
Addiction placed upon the mind
Until so bound that it shall wither
Angering the waiting mind
By escaping the locks and keys
Leaving the despairing one behind
Shunning the minds pleas
The annoying game repeats again
In the Mind’s growing factory
Till then the thoughts mind shall retain
Till then the thoughts hide provokingly
Copyright ©
Sai Harshitha Mopuru
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