A thousand thoughts a day
Dance and resonate inside my head.
Intrusive, wistful, angry and lonely.
Some of them repeat, most of them scrambled
Like a bag of puzzle pieces,
Connecting into a large picture, but not
All fitting together.
A thousand thoughts a day,
a million a week,
They bounce around, forming into new strings,
Some braiding into something legible;
Others nothing but a ball of twine,
Tangled and discombobulated.
The thoughts repeat,
Over,
And over,
and over.
Some of them new,
Some of them make believe.
Thoughts of probabilities,
Of impossibilities.
A thousand thoughts a day,
A million a week,
A trillion a lifetime.
Thoughts are faster than you think,
So, what are you thinking?
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Comments (3)
I love you sweetheart, you are an amazing writer. I think we might be related lol I AM BEYOND PROUD TO BE YOUR AUNTIE ♥️
So true of me too - constantly asking Siri or googling random things I’ve thought of. Yesterday it was why are some clouds white and others gray. And my poem Clouds came from it after watching them build in the sky. Nice job!’
Lol, this was so true and relatable! Loved your poem!