My thoughts

about all they are worth

 

they do not necessarily

follow each other

 

sometimes they go off

on tangents

 

sometimes they get out

on a slip of tongue

 

some leave for good

those thoughts escape me

 

where do

those thoughts go

 

there must be a place

where you collect your thoughts

 

if you could find it

think how smart you would be

 

this poem is

an afterthought

 

the one before it

was better.