[i]Through falling leaves

I pick my way slowly

Talking aloud

Eases my mind

Sunlight filters through

I feel my head is drifting

So full of thoughts

I’ve thought of

What am i gonna do

I need some thoughts that are new

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I think I may have found gold…

old thoughts, new places.

It’s nice to find a home for an idea…

And it’s one less bouncing in my head.