Between the effortless conversations;
Between the snarky comments;
Between the quietest of the moments;
Random thoughts creep inside.
Maybe rosy, maybe a bit hazy,
Ideas, that are, often crazy.
Wilder they get, if moment permits;
Trapped in them, you willingly oblige.
Funny as it happens within seconds;
Funny that ideas manipulate you so much;
Funny because they are your own creation;
Somehow, they always serve their purpose,
Sparing you the horror of growing up!