every day I try to think of original thoughts
They always visit me like a good friend visits their dying friend
As if I am going to need them
Because I do

I need my thoughts to be springy and fast
elastic and strong
my emotions won't stand for anything else
My eyes guide me to the light
Where my thoughts form in the different hues
In the shadows of eyes
I squint in thought
And see a whole new world
Braver and more true
I am possibly more in love
With the thought that shows me the different version
Of the world I knew