Every time I start to think
I think I shouldn't think at all
Whether or not I'm thinking big
Or I am thinking small

It all has more or less to do
With the way I think my thoughts
And if those thoughts I'm thinking
Are even thoughts at all

I think I think of things that count
As I tighten up my belt
Some thoughts I think out loud
While others whisper to themselves

Some thoughts I have are set on snooze
Befuddled through the day
Not quite ready, hanging loose
Always running late

And if I'm called to have a thought
I put it all on hold
Because throughout this process
I'm mostly lost in thought