Thoughts are like churning butter
Slippery and insoluble
Incapable of being solved or
Explained
Just as confusing as deciphering
The difference between saturated
Unsaturated and trans fat
As butter clogs the arteries, the
Thoughts clog the brain
To try to understand them is in
Vain
When one thought starts churning
A state of unrest begins, agitating
With increasing speed
The centrifugal force moves away
From the center about which it
Revolves
Collecting oily globules
That resist any understanding and
Undigestible by the natural mind in
It’s rightful state
Until it forms a mind of its own
Creating two minds at war with each
Other
Why all this confusion that continues
On and on?
Until the thought is brought to mind
There is no one to blame
This is a process of its own, of which
I am powerless to explain!
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