Food for Thought

Thoughts are constantly running
In continuous traffic ahead.
Not always right, nor in line
One thing has to be said,
They are never chaotic

A chaotic dance yet it’s defined
In this free zone of the mind
Taboos won’t hold the wild flight
In the daylight or the night

They’re free they’re bold and they ignite
Ideas that take off into light
Can’t forbid or hold them tight
Let them soar and reach new heights

One thought has me in owe,
The thought that
We are the results of an afterthought
Thus the whole Universe was born
after one thought

No prisons for these fleeting whims
A thought a chance a gentle hymn
Running wild without a cage
Turns the world into a stage
Here is food for your thought!
-Whose thought was that?