A tickle at the edge of thought,
A tingle on your skin,
A wayward shifting of your mind,
An inkling seeping in.

A rememberance of things not done,
An echo in your eye,
A feeling that a single blink,
A ripple, and you fly.

A tickle at the edge of thought,
A tingle on your skin,
A wayward shifting of your mind,
An inkling seeping in.

A rememberance of things not done,
An echo in your eye,
A feeling that a single blink,
A ripple, and you fly.
