Thoughts

Mar 06, 2008 - 17:01 PM PST

I think all day,
And even more at night.
Your mind's eye is clearer, in the absence of light.

You can see them,
but they can't see you.
You can watch and learn, from all the things they do.

They defy and conform,
The new become old,
And the old are reborn.

They're beautiful and hideous,
They're wholesome and perverse.
They become whatever you want,
Because what you want comes first.

They're thoughts.
They're strange,
And yet they seem ordinary to you.
You have them all the time,
During everything you do.