might i make you laugh a little?
might i make you cry?
might just spread your wings a little,
catch a glimpse of you in the sky.
a penny for your thoughts?
though a penny’s not a lot.
not in all the world is copper mint
to match the way in which you think.
tell me where you are,
tell me where you’ve been
to take my mind off
the mess that i am in.
they have yet to make a pill
that betters all that ails us,
and for all the things we think to do
it’s our lack of thought that fails us.
this is not the poem,
not the one you sought.
just scattered words here,
a conversation with thought.