Pink Smoke, Like Plastic Bags

I believe in the power of having good thoughts.

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.