Thumb and middle finger parallel on my chin
Index finger pressing in to pursed lips
Eyes down or staring out seemingly into space
That is how I sit thinking
I wonder if people think I'm crazy.
Is anyone even looking at me?
And so I sit, and sit, and sit
seemingly doing nothing but thinking all the while.
Thinking, that mysterious art that solves enigmas,
That way which breathes peace into tense times,
The mode which resurrects childhood truths and images.
I sit thinking, understanding the power I wield.
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