Meandering Thoughts

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛
𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒
𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑢𝑚
𝐴 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚
𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥
𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒
𝐼 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑦
𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦
𝐼'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙
𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛
'𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒
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