Ode To Thinking
My brain is awake even when I’m not.
My thoughts fly with memories sought.
Like an old-fashioned machine,
My thoughts are cranked out unseen.
Thoughts are birds upon my brain!
They drip, drop, pattering like rain.
Thoughts are sticky and stay stuck like glue.
Thinking is such a glorious thing to be able to do.
Copyright © Michelle Morningstar | Year Posted 2018
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