I think I think and I think
That's all I do and can do
Is think
Often I can't make any sense of it
But I think
And I worry about it
I worry I think too much
That the world is passing by
And I worry some more
I worry there are too many
Too many thoughts to think
That my mind isn't full but it'll be
And that's why I wrote these lines
And now my thoughts are etched
Carved in letters and sketches
Which when read and seen
Will propagate through
Myriad minds and hopefully
They'll carry on my thoughts
When I'm gone
Or or or
No one will bother
Obscure minds do go unvisited
I think it's better to leave it to chance
There's little that I can do
Except accept the circumstance
