I think I think too much…I think
See, there I go again.
It seems the process isn’t “if” it’s “when”
There’s so much stored in all these cells
They don’t know when to stop
producing constant images from
A bursting crop of
themes and things,
and hims and hers,
And…well there’s an awful lot;
Some very, very sad I find to think about.
But, I also think that over all,
how lucky that I am, to have this capability
to even think at all…I think.
by Bill Furnell