So I thought, the other day
driving home, with a cigarette keeping my oil company
burning in my engine alongside my gas.
I thought, for once. Of things better left
unthought.
I thought why, and all the reason not to have that thought.
Or any other, really no good reason
came as a thought.
But I thought about why I thought
and when I thought
and what I thought
And I realized, my thoughts aren't deep
like I thought everyone else's thoughts are.
My thoughts aren't poetic
like I thought a poet's thoughts should be.
My life is just the thought of a thought
"I should have a good idea sometime,
I hear it's good for the Economy and the constituion; try one
out."
But even that thought
wasn't the thought
that I thought
I thought.