contemplation

I cannot say I have control of my mind.

My thoughts aimlessly wander

without a map, as they please

I wish I could gain control,

could wrangle the very thoughts 

that mark my existence.

Things change so suddenly,

yet only temporarily.

Such a small moment

can change a lifetime.

And then sink back into insignificance,

returning to be only that small moment,

yet still breaking boundaries of time.

it may reappear in our minds as a thought 

Back for a second wind to conquer 

And take a hold of our consciousness

These thoughts excite me

Pumping life through these veins

Thoughts of thoughts

That have yet to come.