For no apparent reason

What on earth was I thinking about?

Sometimes I just let the lead show me the way. No pre-conceptions, no thought control… no moral suppression. I just drift away with Coco the Clown at my fingertips.

I no longer remember what it was all about. But a part of me recognises my old pyjamas I used to wear and the string of ladies I didn’t... What do you think?