A Mere Thought

Mental navel gazing.

From the edge

Of my consciousness

You do flow

In an erratic pattern

Upon the page/screen

Before me.

Often

Find myself

Wondering.

What were you

In a previous life

Before gracing me

With your presence.

Where you

A brave idea

That revolutionized

The world?

A lullaby

An exhausted mother

Created to soothe

Her newborn?

Or

A fleeting thought

Never to be captured

And imprisoned

Within a paper cage.

Else

A disposal story

Printed in 

The local newspaper.

Used by

A local chippie

As the paper wrapping

Around an order

Of fish and chips

On a Friday night.

Forgotten

And tossed away

By the customer

Never to be read.

So many different

Possibilities

Flood my mind.

Never sure

Which one is

The right one

For you.

If

At all.

Reviews

[Rifatt Mir]

One single question in mind & too many answers.
Appropriately!how mind works or how thoughts come..This seems real,fluent and simple..
Power to your thoughts :)
Rifatt

[therisa]

Thank you, Rifatt, sort of working my way, through a writer's block, with this poem.