Each Thought Has Its Time

Straining to see truth through all the haze, With incomplete thoughts, it’s like a maze. Bits and pieces accumulate, But how do they connect, how do they relate? We try to relate them to things we know, But with so many differences, where do they go? Too many topics to assimilate, Constantly having to add on or update. Too long I’ve merely gone with the flow, Ideals light up but soon lose their glow. Without definition they will not last, Soon our ideals will live in the past. Give each thought it’s time, make sure it’s defined, The Truth will come out when it’s finely refined.