On thoughts

Thoughts know our troubles

They’re in the struggles

Instigator or a bystander

The mind won’t answer

Thoughts are flighty 

Not to be taken lightly

Each starts as a breeze

Many leave us with unease

Some become sticky

Others are prickly

Who is to blame?

They have no name

We can’t afford the levy

When thoughts turn messy

They hold all our secrets

Emboldened by our weakness