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My thoughts are like clouds,
Constantly taking shape,
Constantly arising and cease,
Some never left,
Some are nocturnal,
They return at wee hours...

I watch my every move,
Physically and mentally,
Noting every single one silently,
Step by step,
Thoughts after thoughts,
Memories after memories,
It comes and goes,
It rise and subside,
Very much like tidal waves,
That hit upon my shore of consciousness...