My thoughts are like a river,
They lead me somewhere downstream,
They’re rough and tumbly,
And often make no sense,
Until I think it through.
My thoughts are like a racing car,
They lead me to the answers quick,
So fast I don’t remember,
How I even got there,
And what method did I use.
My thoughts are like the clouds,
Being blown by the wind,
They are being herded,
In one particular direction,
To get the best result.
My thoughts are like a volcano,
All erupting at once,
So many thoughts,
So many ideas,
To be written down at once.