Thoughts are mischievous
Hearts are devious
There are horses are running in circles
And I have no idea why
It would appear that the weary would die out
Yet I'm in a world
where the thoughtless are being told to think
The stealers are proposed to give
And the unsure are expected to leap
In a flawless creation, a simple plea
In a corrupt world of sinners
We must pry the deeds from the hands of strangers
Because we never knocked on their door
Selfishly we keep to our predicaments
And in this
We do not find pleasure on the road ahead
Simply mischievous thoughts
Inside a mind of constant self forgiveness 


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