Assorted

Drops

All my thoughts swim in my head,

Like all of the fish in the sea compressed into one drop

There's so many that it's hard to catch one

Sometimes the one I want to grab wriggles out of my hands

Sometimes it's the wrong thought, maybe the wrong one is racing round and round -in loops like a racecar

Or maybe it's the right thought, but the right thought is wrong

You'll never know if the cat in the box is dead or alive,

But you'll know once it stops trying to escape or get help it's dead

Philosophers ponder for all their lives the answer to Why?

But it's not the answer they seek, we already know that,

[it's 42, you didn't know? I'm disappointed in you; look for a bit before you continue]

but the question they should seek

One bad apple can ruin the barrel,

But so can fire or an ax or maybe you split one open, filled it up with bad things, sewed it up and threw it back in. [We don't want your garbage, litterer]

But then you put your thoughts in my head

Now you've got me thinking those things too

I never want this, I already have to many thoughts as is

But you pretend to be a surgeon,

Do what people did to people to people to you

Doing what the people care for us do,

Not caring how much blood is spilled or how many minds they break

If we wanted this, we would've asked for it

You know better than most we hate it

But you still perceive us as empty, willing vessels

Cups to be chipped if they drain what is put in them

When thoughts are given to us, they taint our thoughts,

Shape them a bit to make them more like it is

And then we wish to share it as well,

Passing thoughts around

And around and around

Each time it's warped it bit as it warps the minds it touches

When you think it again, it's so different is must be a different thought

So, before you do something to see what will happen,

Try to find the answer to all forms of Why?

Or be change your mouth into an axe,

Think twice and then think again, is this your thought, or someone else's?