Thoughts are Things

Thoughts are Things (a poem)

Inside our minds we think of things

That sometimes aren't the best.

Our conscience usually steps in

And puts us to the test.

We ask ourselves how we would feel

If they were meant for us,

And if we're honest we realize

We wouldn't like it much.

But now and then, we think a thought

We really can't let go.

We think it though we understand

It's going to grow and grow.

Sometimes, we have to take the risk

Sometimes we need that pain,

And we accept it for what it is,

And start to grow again.

Agatha Dumaurier (Post Road era) (c)