Thoughts

A thousand tiny thoughts a day

Dance and resonate inside my head.

Intrusive, wistful, angry, lustful, and lonely.

Some of them repeat, most of them scrambled

Like a bag of cardboard puzzle pieces,

Connecting into a large picture, but not

All fitting together.

A thousand thoughts a day,

a million a week,

They bounce around, forming into new strings,

Some braiding into something legible;

Others forming as nothing but a ball of twine,

Tangled and discombobulated.

The thoughts repeat,

Over,

And over,

and over.

Some of them glistening new,

Some of them make-believe and wishwash.

Thoughts of probabilities,

Of impossibilities.

A thousand thoughts a day,

A million a week,

A trillion a lifetime.

Thoughts are faster than you think,

So, what are you thinking?