here's something I've thought of a bit,where exactly do thoughts become feelings and where do they fit, or am I off course that one or the other is ever meant, to become emotions that are sentient, and where does spontaneity jump in this hunt,with all its circumstance it can be quite blunt,so left to wonder how this can become that,i never quite know just where im at,perhaps just a juxtapose I suppose, so one day all may become clear when all is torn away , the hubris the debris that clouds my way, and the path that was uncertain will not let me stray,yet lifes little vagaries will always stay