Sometimes when I start to think too deep
I begin to drown in possibilities
I forget to breathe
To listen to the breeze
To the hum
The constant mumble
Of the human population
For not a moment could we ever be silent
For if not you, then me
And if not me, then he, or she
Matter not where, but someone, somewhere
Is letting out that little hum
That constant drum
And it's all that I can do, not to hum along
It matters not to know the tune
For it's all up to you
Just imagine all the possibilities
And let your breathing slow
Feeling that breeze tickle your knees
Happily drowning
In just about everything

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Consequences of a deep mind
PoetryA book of shower thoughts, Deep thoughts And poetry.