Thoughts

Lost in a bundle of knots

You may call them your own thoughts

Lots of memories to be stored

Your own little jungle needs to be explored

Remember that night of November

Fright comes back despite no one was right

Thoughts remain inside your head

Even if it’s mislead

Thoughts help the forgotten

Even if they were taught about the day

Half a memory remains while the others fade

When you read just remember now that your thought convinced you how