Alone
in a park
Maybe
on a bench looking
The
eyes see the images
But
the mind so far away
The
wind surfing around
The
leaves waving at the distance
The
whistling sound in the air
PM
sits and look ahead
The
years have gone
Now
the future stay ahead
The
mark on the pages
It
is waiting to be written
The
thinking cap
On
a pensive mood
The
wind will keep whirring along
Giving
him encouragement
The
melody of the wind
Whistling
leaves surrounding
PM
sits and letting his thoughts fly
In
his mind of bolts, nuts and wires
And
the bright light
The
mind playing it up
In
the park or garden
Of
a time to let the mind go free
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