I look, I see, I think for free,
unfairly labelled I'm whom I be.
I breathe a thought to drink my think,
I fashion my lids and brows to blink.
Freely think I let the moments control,
the up to come and the past thoughts flow.
Sitting blinking thinking alone by self,
thoughts so free the most wealth of wealth.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Nicely done, your poem delves into the nature of consciousness, the act of thinking, and the solitary experience of pondering one's existence. It reflects on the richness of one's inner life as a source of true wealth.
Today thoughts are free in the future you will have to pay. A great poem nicely written of one of the last things that are free
Incredible
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