In reverie I dance, enraptured by a world of thoughts And I wish that I could catch them all, but they fall much like raindrops. I scurry about with my bucket, hoping to all the raindrops taste. Then I realize that I'd capture more if I'd stand in just one place. I cry over the drops uncaught, that teased me but moved on. I raced to seal in every thought, but half of them are gone. They're buried now within the dirt - land of subconsciousness. But like the water soaking earth, they cannot be expressed. Once they've mingled with the ground, their purity is gone. My most transcendent thoughts, once found, swift to the earth withdraw.
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