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.
Ron