Just a thought…

Is it a scrabble or a sound?
Is it a rope that ties you to the ground?
Is it an image of a lost internal link?
Is it the weariness that makes eyes blink?

…What is it like to have a head that thinks?

What if thoughts are there all along,
and this head is just not strong
to untangle the pile of knots
and release all imprisoned thoughts?

What if life is born in a hidden drawer?
What if thoughts have left because they’re bored?
What if it’s a mental game of hide and seek
and the mind is found only if it speaks?
What if this silence is what’s being sought?
“What am I?”
“Just a thought… just a thought…”


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