The other day

I decided to think

It was not an easy

Or simple thing

 

Thinking is challenging

In all regards

It creates paths to follow

With no end

 

What is this

Thing called a thought

Why do we form it

At all

 

When things can be held in

Bright colors

Sensations

And sound

 

Making sense of it

Ruins it

Or

Does it make it better?

 

Thoughts organize and help

Us realize what is there

Right in front of us

A train roaring by

 

Birds flying in the sky

Have to be recognized

To be

Understood

 

Without a line for us to follow

Humanity would be hollow

Stray golden light here

Beating heart there

 

Nothing