Imagine them coming out of your pores like pink smoke
and twirls around your body before dispersing into the universe.
I believe in good thoughts, I do.
Imagine them like plastic bags dancing on air
and they float and fly where the wind takes them.
I believe the good thoughts will return, somehow.
Imagine them catching unto something or someone
and bringing them hope, love and making wishes come true.
I believe in good thoughts, I do.
