It feels like every feeling is the same

No new reaction to a different kind of name

Each new room you occupy

Looks familiar to the same old set of eyes

The chemical response

Doesn’t have to be at odds

With whatever the starting thought

Had in mind or briefly bought

One more time to find

A brand new blank design

One more chance to make

A simpl(er/ or) quick change

All my thoughts are second thoughts

But where do the first ones go?

All my thoughts are second thoughts

All the old ones I outgrow