Thoughts like little butterflies,
Flit across the restless mind,
Speeding off on flights to find,
More in the past or future,
To dwell upon and brood,
Others just visiting the bloom,
Of gardens planted yesterday,
Drinking from fountains today,
Darting off on driftwood in a stream,
Targeting views and opinions,
Like fishing with spears and arrows,
Striking the water and letting them swim,
Holding onto nothing just going with the flow,
Splashing with joy at the little waves below,
Tiny little thoughts all let loose,
To make their own journey,
To worlds of promise or doom.
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