I don’t know their origins;
What do I know about them-
Some are quite bizarre;
Yet others fall uncanny;
Still some interesting and intriguing.
They had been with me years before
They were with me yesterday.
They are still with me now.
My thoughts are seeds for tomorrow’s
Will I be there to see them?
How many of them were mine, conscious and genuine?
I know one thing for sure- I am not my deeds.
Most of them have nothing to do with me.