Within the forest of my thoughts,
Lie many that are unseen.
One by one they come to mind,
As if they had always been.
Explain not how this happens,
As It is a mystery to me.
Yet day in and day out
I have to deal with what I see.
I rarely try to change things,
As thoughts are stubborn.
Once they appear on paper,
They are now absolute with a yawn.
Love ya!
Jane