Am I Lost In Thought Or What
Am I lost in thought or am I just carrying my cross, pondering on time loss from battles already fought, how much time have I got, its something that can't be bought, once lost, who can tell how much it cost, it has an immeasurable worth, just like trust, is it a shot from the past that's trying to cut me short, or am I getting far from the fire and no longer hot, I won't complain about any rust from a gun I never shut, counting my plus, noting my loss, not letting my thought be my boss, it easily drives one into the earth crust, its not an easy cross, to everything I mustn't play host, if I must sail to my desired coast, beneath the cloud is frost, to differentiate both I have to define my post...
Am I lost in thought or what?
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