Poem: Our Thoughts

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?

Liam Nov 2018

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