Behind the Conception

Sometimes I wonder how much of my thoughts are really my own.

Or if my subconscious is pulling the strings behind the scenes with its thoughts on loan.

I don’t try to force them into existence

But sometimes they appear with much persistence

Some are welcomed some are not

Some fly over my head into my blind spot

If I don’t force to conceive a functional thought

When the ideas appear who’s behind the forethought

Even this poem was once non existent

But then a thought burst through that was very insistent

So now I write this poem conceived from my brain to you

And wait for the next thought to inevitably break through