It’s Funny, I see you looking, from all the way over there And I wonder What are you thinking And why do I care But then you lean in And I listen Then you pull back So I watch you You’ve piqued my curiosity I think I’ve piqued yours I watch you watch me And I wonder What are you thinking
thought enters. & repeats, & repeats, & repeats, & repeats, & repeats, until another comes to take its place, filling up the cluttered space inside my mind. a hoarder's den of memories i don't wish to find, & others lost to passing time.
i'm not much of a poem writer but i think it could be a good outlet.