Fifty thousand thoughts each day,
And I chose to think of you,
Thirty-five thoughts per minute,
Like I had nothing better to do.
Breathing in and breathing out,
You in, you out, you out, you in,
And in between my memory,
Of my unforgivable sin.
Thank-you didn’t matter,
Shame was all but wasted,
Brand my crime upon the wall,
And street lamp posters pasted.
But no, my punishment is easy,
As my thoughts are always teaming
Then to bed with each of them
And more incessant dreaming.
Thank you M