One thought, alone,
Floats around
In your brain.
It's not lonely, though
Maybe you are.
Give your thought
Another thought
And now you have two.
They are not lonely, though
Maybe you are.
Give these thoughts a thought
And to those
Give more
Until a collection of thoughts
Float around in your brain.
Something profound is now astir.
The collection of thoughts
Births a thought of its own
And you suddenly no longer
Ever, ever, ever feel alone.