I sit here in this quiet room
As shadows shift to daydreams
My pencil moves without my help
It walks alone it seems
My mind is filled with clouds
Rolling like a storms
Later on I'll read this
And see what oblivion forms
For now I'll let my pencil walk
And find what logic hides
Somewhere in my imagination
My creativity abides
But while I am in neutral
Coasting down this hill
This hidden thing goes faster
These words having their own will
The tide keeps coming faster
The lightning starts to flash
I think I'm waking up now
Logic wins with thunders crash
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