DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Thoughts uncover

Thoughts are told

Thoughts discover

Thoughts are sold

 

In the residue of our mind

Our thoughts relish the quicksand of time

Do we repeat or do we rewind

The thoughts that we have yet to find

 

Thoughts collide

Thoughts are gifts

Thoughts decided

Thoughts are swift

 

Turn circles and twist lines

Our thoughts have no meaning even in a bind

Look around and see the signs

Don’t think of anything or you’ll go blind

 

Thoughts die

Thoughts are empty

Thoughts reply

Thoughts are plenty