Where do our thoughts go if we do not write
them down? Do they evaporate like raindrops,
which splash upon the surface of the sand?
Or will they melt like snow? Perhaps they freeze,
and leave a crystal pattern in your mind.
Where do our thoughts go if we do not find them?
Do they escape, like plants which break the surface
to try and face the sun? Or will they be
forgotten, like an unexamined life?
I try and catch my thoughts. I write them down.