I think.

I think, because I can?

I always

Have

Thought.

Like a river thoughts

Flow

Though my

Mind.

Sometimes

I damn these thoughts;

They gather in

A pond

And grow.

I ponder

Them

And yet never

Understand.

Someone

Once said

“I think and therefore

I am.”

But why?

If I

Refuse to think

I am

Nothing?

But what 

If I

Do not 

Understand what I think?

Am I still something?

Or am

I

Simply

Just another

Wandering 

Thought?