Think, think, think, think.

Think, think, think, think.

I think all day,

but nothing comes.

I think all night,

but my thoughts are gone.

I think all the time,

but my mind is not full.

I think every moment,

until Push becomes Pull.

And then I start thinking again,

about my life, and my friends.

I've realized what a great life I've had,

all these near-twelve years,

and realized thinking doesn't need to be part

of wiping other people's tears.