What are thoughts and how do we come up with the many that we do? I believe when I wrote this, I was thinking too much (and maybe still am).
Essence of Thought 2016-18
Begone, begone ye cursed thoughts,
Take off and flee to a different day.
Let my mind be at rest for a fleeting moment,
To regroup for a haggard stay.
Interest wanes for continued love,
In dismay, my mind wanders still.
Perish the Devil for allowing this,
A wicked way of fortunate bliss.
A rusty pinnacle of frozen tableau,
Given in time for decrepit spray.
Alas, the heart beat continues still,
Allowing a millennium of joy, I pray.
Where is the harbinger of celestial upheaval,
To judge those left behind.
Thoughts remain to drip to oblivion,
Finally peace reigns in my time.