A Collection

A wisher, a gatherer
a bell, a stapler
My thoughts ramble through
It's sunny, it's snowy
It rings, it hurts
My thoughts ramble through

It closes, it opens
A door, a gate
My thoughts are confused
It's simple, Its complicated
a rope, a razor
My thoughts are confused

The music, the loud
a bear, a crowd
My thoughts are silent
The screams, the sound
a girl, a frown
My thoughts are silent

The collection, the bones
the silence, the thrones
It's a cycle spoken little.
The crown, the jewels
the riches, the fools
It's a cycle spoken little.

My thoughts are confused
Ramble and silent
They are a collection
Thrones and fools
They scream
the bones, the gate
Its a cycle, they all hate.