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.