Thoughts galore
Thoughts galore Which you abhor Blocking you from the sensations Worrying about you If the desire is true To bring about a revelation Time slowed down Acting like clowns All from the egoistic reservations The group is a tool Ignoring it is a fool Love of friends is the desired relations The Rav and the books Don’t be a schnook As you truly are the greatest of generations There is an end Called love of friends This is the truest of obligations