In the wilderness of thought

Where they come to light.

It can be a tiresome journey,

But at last a welcome sight.

You never know a thought

Until you put it to pen,

And create a body ever so slim.

But then it takes shape and off to the den.

To post your latest creation

That was buried in that forest.

Now there is a path I follow

And a tree where I rest.

I collect these thoughts that wander

And save them for another day,

When I will be hard pressed

To think of something to say.