WHAT YOU THINK IF WHAT YOU ARE

Blabberings about myself... I think

What You Think is What You Are

The other day I met my self
Wandering through a fog of snow
And the question that crept up
Was where do I now… go??

There streamed the thoughts and millions of them
Of pain and pleasure and in between
My head hurt like a stricken being
And nothing more did I want to see

The pain was not cause thoughts were wild
But thoughts that didn’t come out
And try as much as I to express
In my head a disturbing shout

Why this pain and why this mess
I know not whence it came
But then I thought and realized
The reason for the same

I longed for love and smiles of delight
I longed for your gentle care
I missed being loved and smiled at so
And give my love.. my share