The Thought.

 

The thought that sits hidden in the dirty corner

The one you meant to clean

The thought that reminds you that you are real;

It hangs like cobwebs messing up the scene

Making things less than perfect.

The thought that lies within the layers

The one that is just yours;

It stews alone like dormant dreams

Sleeping in its reckless slumber.

 

The thought, the thought

That fucking thought

The one that will not go away.

 

I could trade all my thoughts

For a peaceful sleep

Or a beautiful setting sun.

 

The thought that lingers in my mind

And rests upon my wrinkled brow

It questions itself every day

But knows just as much.