Dear thoughts,
Go to sleep once again. I know you’re restless and burning for answers but I am not wise enough to give you reply.
Slumber for yet another day. I know you’re weary of your cage of ignorance but I have no strength to wrestle and tame.
Lay your head down and rest. I know your passions stir but I have no intellect to match your vigor.
Perhaps when maturity dawns, satisfaction will awaken. So, dear thoughts, bide the night ‘til morning comes.
A Boy and his Bible 
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