Random Thoughts
by Miranda Hawkins

 

In this poem the whole point was to make sure that the first word in the line was the last word in the line before it. Thus all of it's really just a bunch of 'random thoughts.' Make sense? Good. :)

 

 

Mergers in my mind create all thoughts
Thoughts are meaningless, without substance
Substance with no purpose engulfs my mind
Mind you pay attention to what I have to tell you
You are you
You are your nightmares and your dreams
Dreams can seem so real, by they are nothing
Nothing but dust in the wind
Wind blowing through the badlands of your soul, lost
Lost and never to be found

 

 

All poetry, stories, etc. ©2000 Miranda J. Hawkins. All rights reserved

 

 

 

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