My Thoughts on Thinking

Thinking is strange, it’s weird and I wonder

Why some find it easy and others they blunder

Thinking annoys me, it’s hard and confusing

Why can’t I get rid of this awful musing?

What is thinking, is it a thought?

That flies round my head until it gets caught?

Why do we do it? What, when, where and how?

My brain annoys me; can I get rid of it now?

I’m tired of wondering on the mysteries of life

Its stupid, annoys me and brings nothing but strife

Sure the brain’s wonderful, blah de blah, blah

Look what its invented, the computer, the car

Wouldn’t you just like to lay down in bed

And get rid of those awful thoughts in your head

To do nothing but smile, all day long

Till every last one of those bad thoughts are gone

But see! Right now, I’m thinking too much

About brains, and thoughts and thinking and such

Isn’t it weird to think that I’m thinking

About writing my thoughts, my thinks and my thinklings

I’m going to stop now, before my brain shuts down

And leaves me with nothing but these thoughts that I’ve found