I am a thought
Your formed me
And made me run
With no rest
I am making rounds
In between your ears
Oh when will you let me out
So that I can enter more ears
You are my father
But what use am I
If I don’t serve the purpose
For which you created me
So let me out
Let me go
And trigger the process
Of making my siblings
I cant be alone
For I am scared.
I need company
To travel new heights
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