My thought, always there inside. Sometimes sweet and soft that almost sleeps me, relaxing, full of happiness and other fast and crazy. My thought, the most free, the most precious ... no one knows what goes through the mind at each moment, perhaps can be the only thing that we can keep jealously, with pride.
A look, a wink, an involuntary gesture are some paths through which our most vital thought escapes. Then, at the end when we want, in abundance it comes out in words, music, works, lyrics ... in many ways. Always there, faithful friend: "My thought".