I came across a few lines from a poem by 16th century poet- Edmund Spencer and they set my mind working but no where near as profound as his original lines :-
I'm not sure how to start this; to be honest, I'm not even sure how to write this. If there's one place we can start, my brain, the most fragile yet sacred thing I've ever owned. Again, I'm unsure how or where to start with this, but let's start by being honest.
I think a lot, and I'm sure you do too, so let's think together.
(this is an original piece)