To be more complex, one simply must think
That time to reflect, while washing hands at the sink
In the passing of a blink, no one suspects
All colors but pink, in the mind rests
Thoughts of a time, somewhere in the distance
Either forward or backward, are gone in an instant
A thinkers persistence, when subjects combine
Must not be flippant, to ideas from the mine
Even these dark places, can evoke celebration
And light dower faces, with slight provocation
The manifestation, of charging mind races
Is the great destination, the thinking that saves us.
