Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ A Place To Ponder ❯ A Place To Ponder ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Trenody11 
It's not an adventure you go on physically, but an adventure that everyone has. One of the biggest questions that we always seam to ask ouselves in the most discomforting positions or places.
"Where can we think comfortably and freely away from every day distractions or descriminations of others?"
Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.02.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 255 | Visits: 435 | Status: Completed
It's not an adventure you go on physically, but an adventure that everyone has. One of the biggest questions that we always seam to ask ouselves in the most discomforting positions or places.
"Where can we think comfortably and freely away from every day distractions or descriminations of others?"
Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.02.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 255 | Visits: 435 | Status: Completed
A Place To Ponder
Many words that go back and forth inside my head.
Even though it’’s futile to try and remember what I said,
It’’s still comforting to think on my big comfy bed.
That way, I can avoid thinking about the thing’’s I dread.
Some of those thoughts will slowly sink,
Into emptiness or problems, I don’’t want to think.
Sometimes it helps when I get something to drink,
To keep me from insanity’’s brink.
Thinking of all the tears I’’ve cried,
Thinking of all the times I’’ve lied,
Thinking of all the rules I defied,
Thinking of all the accusations I denied.
All these thoughts have to come from somewhere,
Or do they just happen to come out of nowhere?
Then there comes the question of a thinking space.
Can we ever truly find such a place?
Searching for a place to ponder,
Makes me really begin to wonder,
How long will I have to look for something special?
But it’’s definitely official:
That my special place is not as far away as I first thought.
That’’s a lesson I’’ve been well taught,
That my special place is in my brain.
It’’s the one part of our body that seams to be sane.
Many words that go back and forth inside my head.
Even though it’’s futile to try and remember what I said,
It’’s still comforting to think on my big comfy bed.
That way, I can avoid thinking about the thing’’s I dread.
Some of those thoughts will slowly sink,
Into emptiness or problems, I don’’t want to think.
Sometimes it helps when I get something to drink,
To keep me from insanity’’s brink.
Thinking of all the tears I’’ve cried,
Thinking of all the times I’’ve lied,
Thinking of all the rules I defied,
Thinking of all the accusations I denied.
All these thoughts have to come from somewhere,
Or do they just happen to come out of nowhere?
Then there comes the question of a thinking space.
Can we ever truly find such a place?
Searching for a place to ponder,
Makes me really begin to wonder,
How long will I have to look for something special?
But it’’s definitely official:
That my special place is not as far away as I first thought.
That’’s a lesson I’’ve been well taught,
That my special place is in my brain.
It’’s the one part of our body that seams to be sane.