My train of thoughts~by King Julian

 

 

My train of thoughts

My train of thoughts
Running wild
Finding no space in parking lots
Going high
Through the clouds
Getting no peace in deep blue skies
Sinking low
Ever so slow
Not comforted by the river’s flow
Dashes away
Hides in the attic
Even here, there’s reason to panic
Feeling disturbed it moves away
To find itself a moldy clay
And just like a good lad at play
It molds itself a picnic tray
It soon got bored and moves right on
With all innocence
Like a new born
But where to go
Where to hide
My train of thoughts keeps running wild