The sounds around me are familiar,
But a little too loud,
Than I would prefer on a Sunday morning,
When all I want to do is,
Sit under the shade of a banyan tree,
Look at the clouds floating in the sky,
Reading a book,
Occasionally sit on the swing,
And try to fly off into the sunset,
Because all this sound around me,
From your thoughts.
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