You ask me what’s on my mind
Since you can’t read it
Why do I mind what I’m thinking?
Sometimes I am embarrassed by what’s going on inside
I don’t know how the ideas got in
But if they are there then mustn’t I have thought them?
If I can define such thoughts
Do my thoughts also define me;
Who knows the answer?
If I were to deny my own ideas
Will others deny them too;
Who has the wisdom to knowingly say?
If others deny my ideas
Will the ideas continue to exist;
Will I continue to exist?
If I throw my ideas to the wind
Will they take flight?
I think that would be crazy good.
If I throw my ideas away
Will they come back to me?
I think that would be crazy bad.
If I use someone else’s words
Does that make me a thief;
If someone else uses mine should I be proud?
How do I stop these ideas from getting in?
They are making me good and crazy.
© photo and words by Pamela Ferris-Olson
March 6, 2014