How many thoughts can I think in a day?
Is it two, is it three, an even wider array?
Is it four, is it five, can it even be six?
How many more might be in the mix?
I sometimes even think multiple thoughts,
The coulds and the shoulds, and the maybe I oughts.
I ponder and I query and I while away the hours,
Productively using my intellectual powers
To think such thoughts, as I know we all do,
Of who came up with the shape of my shoe?
Or why are there seconds in a minute but not any firsts?
And why does anger come suddenly in bursts?
Can’t it ebb and flow like the tide at the beach?
And how do you describe the taste of a peach?
And what are these things that float in my eyes?
And what happens to the mind when the body dies?
The thoughts they come in and tumble around,
Until they can make it outside as sound,
Audible so others can hear how wonderful they are,
They’re better thoughts to think than anyone else’s thus far.
My thoughts are not humble, they strive to be great,
They strive for a better world to create,
By imagining all the things we could be,
If we sometimes let our thoughts roam free,
and break the barriers we like to impose,
to seek the answers only the wisest of us knows.
But what was it that I was trying to say?
About the thoughts we all might think in a day?
I really don’t know, my thoughts lead the way,
And sometimes, I think, they lead me astray.