It's late and my mind is running wild
But the last ticking thought trickles down and out,
Only
Little child you won't understand what I'm saying
For it's far past your mind's reasoning and comprehending,
Old man and woman let my secret be spoken silently lest unkind ears hear my mind of drear,
Unfortunately your ears are not quite up to par-- I have not uttered anything so far,
Young people who dream about life and stare at the stars in wonderment and gasp
Are there already too many worries on your minds to grasp? I will refrain once again from revealing
My hidden thinkings lest I mess with your own mind tinkerings,
Sadly having not found a single soul who would understand and who would know I retire to my bed
Where I will sleep and forget till tomorrow.
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