Do you know what I think about?
As an introverted insomniac?
Sometimes I myself can’t tell
But the few times I have
I still thought of being alone
Of food, deliciously tasty
Of strangers that will become friends
And friends that are now strangers
I build so many castles in the air Disney should hire me
Then I think of war
And of strands of hair
Of innocent little beings
And of weather so cold it causes frost bite
I think of nothing and all things
And I don’t know when or how I think it all