Pondering

To think is to be.

If I were to not think, I don’t think I’d be me.

Pondering thoughts, deep and wide,

Always questioning what’s on the inside.

Who am I?

Who can I be?

I will keep thinking, and maybe I’ll find me.

Wandering around inside of my mind,

Lost but not lonely most of the time.

Obviously this is deeper than I could write.

I don’t care for my own opinion or even to be right.

I just love to ponder, to wander in the mind.

If you’re like me, don’t worry, and don’t forget to be kind. 🤍