These thoughts are like floaters
They keep coming in the way
They start off in one place
Then dominate my day
I attempt to bypass them
But they have their say
My mind is their forecourt
Where they come out and play
Some urge me to act upon them
Some simply go away
Some linger in the memory
Some I cut off mid-way
Sometimes I don them in words
In lyrical quintessence, they lay
Sometimes I just don’t pay attention
Leaving them half way
These thoughts don’t give me space
My mind is in disarray
Unorganized and ruled by heart
Logic and sentiment sway
Like a pendulum my mood swings
I tumble in areas gray
The good ones transform into design
The wrong ones are kept at bay
This deliberation takes its toll
My very own persona I flay
When I can make them rise high
For to catch a sun ray
My disposition will change for the better
My temperament bright and gay
How to control these mischief mongers
Thoughts which I abandoned half way
Reflection seeking celestial intervention
I need to go down on my knees and pray
V.true…some thoughts are really left half way…