We are always thinking
Constant thoughts
Ringing in our ears
Flashing in front of our eyes
The thoughts do not run in order
Although there is a chain
A swift move from one thought
To the other
Like a string of daisies
Fragile and bright
We prefer when things
Move in straight lines
That makes more sense
Than wild rovings
Sometimes we lie still
As if we rest our body
Our mind will follow
But it never switches off
There are always doubts and worries
Problems to solve
Mistakes to mend
It seems strange to think
Of a quiet mind
It would be good to scream
To let all the thoughts out
But we remain silent
Scribbling words
Holding each other softly
Maybe one day there will be rest
Gentle thoughts
And silent whispers.
