Thoughts

A thought is not something in which you grasp,
It is invisble; it may be there, but cannot be seen.
And when you try to physically pinch a thought,
It dissolves into thin air,
Just a string; a hair, floating off your finger tips.

Yet when you conjure up a thought in your mind,
You have it in your holding; you've captured it from behind.
It's then your's to keep, embrace it with pleasure,
For new thoughts like ours,
Are newfound treasures.

Even so, a new thought is truely an old one;
It is a once-thought thought, which disappeared
Long ago on the wind...
Though the destined mind of one caught it,
On some rainy day,
And embraced it with love,
Or put it into play.

Though when our thoughts meet our inner beings,
and mingle with the atmosphere,
Our auras are splashed with purple,
And our minds mix with fear.

When the universe is alined in our month, our hour,
Let it be known; you have great power,
In which the course of time and being of nature,
Mix and match to create your psycic behavior.

Just remember: though the possibility of
Snatching a thought is low,
That dosen't mean you shouldn't know,
That when it comes to thoughts and the world,
It can affect any boy or girl.

-The moral of my prose is: even though your thoughts can't be seen by you or anyone, the universe can put it into play whenever your mental level is high, therefore affecting anything or anyone even though you never really "touched" the thought. Confusing, I know. =)-