Mark my thoughts

O' those thoughts that my mind has brought.

Coming from here and there

Stopping nowhere.

Oh dear thoughts why do you come here?

And why do I care?

I only know

that you're not a fellow foe

you mean no harm.

Sometimes happiness and sometimes sorrow.

Which I then tend to follow.

What message do you bring?

Even when you tell me something good

I always tend to think that you're lying.

My mind gets so caught up in you,

but what it doesn't understand

is how do they quickly become so new.

And how does it let them through.

However, seriously I don't mind.

As, if you were not there,

My imagination could be nothing.

So, mark my thoughts,

cause they're stunning!