I’d like to know,
where your thoughts go
when you’ve left them alone.
are they under a rock,
counting the time of a clock?
or behind a tree,
waiting for you to open your eyes and see?
maybe its floating in the air
and dancing through your hair,
or a small little speck
sitting on your neck.
perhaps it still there
but you don’t care,
so you gave it a smack
and pushed it back.
now it sits in your mind all alone;
a forgotten thought waiting for the day it regains its throne.