As I let the thousand things slide by, I find it fitting to wonder why.
It doesn't matter- what a thought!
What I think, or what I ought...
Or what I am
But I know where that poem will take me, and I don't want to go there.
Nor do I want to give this stupid thought process anymore of my time.
Which is why I will post this, despite many misgivings as to it's importance.