it's not a queston of what makes you think

it's what you choose to think about

thoughts get pushed from the mind

abandoned lost neglected

wishing they were the thoughts that stuck

thoughts that circulate endlessly

over and over

constantly evolving blossoming looping

thoughts that sneak a smile onto the face

thoughts that sneak dread into the pit of the stomach

thoughts that sneak dizzying wonder into the brain

mirroring the universe

our thoughts remain in organized entropy