Thoughts

Thoughts,

Anchored, retained
Unable to ignore while
Digging deep beyond the eyes
Nesting in the branches of our brain

Bringing about feelings, hopes
Sprung from our own underworld
Fragments of our thoughts
Monologues without an end

They are sung by an ancient chorus
Grown with us since before our birth

Their chant gives, takes and connects
Seeking to make sense of the world

Their repetition can mean getting lost
Looking for meaning, purpose, a goal

Hush the masks hiding tricksters

Mute the chorus, draw the curtain

Sometimes

Silence

Is all we need.