A bit of randomnesson a cloudy day:

Just a Thought

I thought the thought of thinking thoughts and before I knew what I’d done,

My mind had gone ahead and decided to fire my neuron gun.

So this thought of thoughts blasted forth like a Gundam rifle beam,

And weaved through all the dendrites like a blonde through football teams.

The thought that had gone renegade proceeded under pursuit,

Pushing the other pulses aside in a race it couldn’t lose.

Soon it had taken me whole in its hapless, frenzied rush,

The thought that had simply been, ‘I think I thought too much.’