By Sam Markham
Keep writing your ideas down.
This is some random thoughts that I wrote on the tube this morning. Someone should tell me to stop.The rain had stopped and with it the colourful orchestra of sound began. Sunlight weaved through the molecules of water stranded , looking for a way out. His eye was fixed on a single drop elagently dancing with gravity. It pulled . It fell . And with it his mind let go.You got to dig it to dig it, you dig?Think lightly of your self deeply of the world.The privilege of a life time is to be who you are.Rat a tat tatSome people ask what's thatIt's not a questionIt s a soundJust like searching through lost and foundI was in a park , a deer park if you ve ever beenLooking for things that others have seenBut now siting sub waySeemingly every dayLooking for ways out of this darkRepetition squanders my markJust looking for ways outta the dark.I got no ideaBrain washed.Cold mail man,time is of the the Essence.So you're a sand castleBuild to be taken by the tides andEveryone else is driftwood.Anyway, it's good to unload the mind. I have no idea if gets you anywhere but it does feel good.



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