Or full of thought.
Randome images floating around in your mind
On the boat of non-existence.
Ideas of a song maybe,
Or a buissness proposal
Float in your mind, teasing
Before sailing into the south pole of the mind
Where the postal service got shut down
By tax cuts.
No wonder people sit in studies,
Trying to recall their latest big idea.
No wonder you sometimes wander off to a distant place.
A place called Planet (place your name here).
Its a place far away
Located in the deepest, darkest corner
Of your consciousness.