Thoughts runs like a marathon
in my brain
The frightful ones give me nightmares
they are the ones that are always on parade
I wish the good ones can come out and play
so that everyday I can dance – not wail
© Norma Bobb-Semple 2016
Thoughts runs like a marathon
in my brain
The frightful ones give me nightmares
they are the ones that are always on parade
I wish the good ones can come out and play
so that everyday I can dance – not wail
© Norma Bobb-Semple 2016
