There is a thought which bores and penetrates
It confiscates and complicates
It is naught but a thought
But a thought that is fraught
With perils and unknown consequences
And common senses do not
Prevail
It nags and resuscitates
This thought so fraught
Bestirs beliefs and hopes and dreams which were
Flatlining or otherwise
Not trending, unbending
It makes a mind hesitate
This thought which penetrates
Spreads like a flood
Muddies waters and intentions
Naught but a thought
But a thought that is fraught
With dangers and unknown paths
Speckled with hopes
This thought so fraught
By: Daniel Smallegange, 2024, all rights reserved.
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