Train of thought
My go-to writing style
I tell you what's in my head
You tell me how bored you are
As this plane ascends
To thirty thousand feet
(Or something like that)
I think about how
I'm not sure I'd really care
If the thing went down
I mean if it really happened
I'm sure I'd freak out
That's what humans do
But the idea of it alone
Not a big deal
No more worrying
No more wondering
Right?
Well, maybe not
Maybe what lies beyond
Is worse than what's here
Or maybe it's nothing
But I sure hope not
See? I'm worrying again.
And this is barely poetry
If at all
But you're reading it,
I assume,
For a glimpse into my head,
Heart,
Or soul
So I wonder,
Reader Unknown,
What is it you're looking for?