IT was a lovely day for a ride through the field of thoughts, the train speeding through the countryside. Beautiful scenery was a blur through the windows and thoughts swirled around the train, bouncing off each other, new ones appearing at every bend. It was a masterful display of the inquisitive and intellectual mind.
But then, one glance away and the train is lost. The thoughts are gone and one cannot remember the beauty of any they had just seen. A glisp of one but then its gone. The frustration is overwhelming, with a longing to just remeber those thoughts one could see seconds before.
This is a frequent display. An often lost train and often forgotten thoughts. But those thougths still exist, do they not?
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