Thoghts

You have always thoght to much Your thoghts linger on the page in your mind In others heads It is an eco One you can never stop hearing It dances with you In your bed at night You well heat it in the morning As it remains you It dose this because It lives you You think to much Like a record that won't stop Like a loop that alwase repeats Like the dying of leafs only to Sprout I spring You think to much Your thoghts linger