A thought can be like a flame

That is shot into space.

It wanders until it hits something.

We will call that a space landing.

In your mind it is almost similar.

It is fleeting until it hits an avenue

In your mind and becomes transfixed.

You will notice it when you think again.

This is an overly simple explanation

That maybe factual or not.

Never-the-less it will suffice

For the essence of this poem.