My incorrect thoughts on the subject

I make it rhyme to give it purpose

This idea, in my head residing.

I put it to some mental music,

to quell my bias; a judge presiding.

I read it when I end the sentence.

Find my thoughts a bit surprising.

After, my opinion changes,

clarity from re-surmising.

It's a Rorschach, blind expression

Show me what i'm visualizing.

You frightful scientific image

I shall call you ART.