thinking

we always

at least mostly

do our thinking in private


thinking is our private world

and we seem to have become lost

in our secret place

which is very lonely


life is out here

all the time


i don't speak of what i know

i speak of what i see


no apology was intended


much of what i see

i don't speak of


some times i cry


if all this means anything

life has not yet shared meaning with me


but for some reason

i still have great affection for life


and i feel very lucky


still not sure why


probably my little ego again