It comes and goes in highs and lows
Feelings are always changing
Anxiety is there along with fear
The body has its cravings
If less is more
but more is more
are we giving
or always taking
I've never seen so many things
Or been too many places
But here at home my mind can roam
far beyond existence
Dollars or dimes distracts the mind
Wine is for the drinking
A dollar for your thoughts a nickel for your time
a quarter for the call to hear from you
Alone in a room we are all doomed
to dwell on our own thinking
But on the street we pass by so many things
We would not want to have to change our thinking
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