With Rhyme But No Reason

                                               Every day I see people post their thoughts

The kind you'd see on a fortune cookie

Something you'd slightly recall from TV and movies

Unconsciously you've recalled something lost at sea

It's in your conscious, see free thought has locked entry

They're mixed in a bowl with no consistency

Though mashed viciously made a form you recall to be

Free thinking derived from your own experience

But that's dead in a field way beyond the fence

You've been setting up in your peripheral

Been told you lived not on Earth but in a fishes bowl

Every day I see people post their thoughts

The kind you'd see sandwiched between falsity

With rhyme but no reason