Poem: Our Thoughts
Of all the people in all the world, many there might be too
It’s me with my thoughts
quite alone in the cold
Here in the gloomy dew
Now when I wonder and ask just how
Am I that, which goes round in my head ?
“The thoughts we think, the things we do, where they come from and whom is who?”
How can this be, this thing about thought
They’re not really mine although they ought
To have come from someplace inside my brain
Call it my mind, is that the same?
Ideas and thoughts, pictures as well, find a place in my head to dwell
While I share
While I talk
You also see pictures and my thoughts
Of what it is, we’re doing ?
Of where it is, we going ?
Of why it is, we’re here ?
Of what it is, we’re thinking?
Is this serendipitous?