I am a warrior,
I am a soldier of thought,
A soldier of thought in the battlefield of the mind,
and so many times, I wonder,
I wonder where my thoughts have come from,
and I wonder where they have been,
and I wonder have they existed in the air,
floating there previously,
and I wonder for untold time,
have they floated there as if in a dream,
as if in a dream.
Yes, I am a warrior,
I am a soldier of thought in the battlefield of the mind.
I think and I create ideas and schemes.
I pluck ideas out of the air,
and I conjure them up in my dreams,
and I live in a world of ideas,
and ideas they live in me.
Yes, I am a warrior,
I am a soldier of thought in the battlefield of the mind,
and I live to think,
and I live to dream,
and I have such visions and ideas,
and my ideas they grow from out of the smallest of things,
and in my mind,
I am happiest conjuring up thoughts and ideas,
and I love to turn them into reality.
Yes, I am a warrior,
I am a soldier of thought in the battlefield of the mind,
for I live to think,
and I live to dream,
and I am happy always thinking,
and dreaming no matter,
where my thoughts lead,
and yes,
I am happy lost in thought,
and happy being lost and found in me,
happy being lost and found in me.
