I Think

I THINK “What’s going on up there?” I guess those words just stated; By my brain were then created. Oh, I have a feeling sinking That I can’t write about thinking Without thinking. The above thoughts ethereal, Which I did contemplate, To you I do relate By typing to make them real. Right now, this very minute, I ponder what next Should fill this text, What thoughts should go within it? Enough, enough, this is tough stuff ! (Whoops, those thoughts just crept in. As creation of this poem is here employed Those random thoughts I cannot avoid). Oh me! I’ll expand this poem for I feel I ought. Feelings do often then lead to thought. With cogitation I could decide what’s next And with further contemplation fill this text. Perhaps with thoughtful concentration And directed meditation A thought or two I could convey to you. That I‘ve tried to do! I begin to realize that behind my eyes Is an ever active realm inducive Of thought, mine alone, exclusive.