What are thoughts? If you think, those are thoughts How can one think about thoughts without thinking about thoughts? Are thoughts us? Or are we thoughts? Made up like stuffed dolls on a young child’s bed? Are we imagined, lives made for the amusement of someone else? Or do we have some purpose…? I think about thinking about thoughts, Can thoughts lie? Can we deceive ourselves into believing what we saw Was not as it seemed? Can we live off of a thought alone, like a artist or writer And still breathe the gift off life to our creations? If thoughts are life, Then what is life? Is it something we cannot understand? Does it hold more meaning then we could comprehend? Or is it hollow? Something that we tried to fill, So we could make it a lie And think about thoughts And believe to be alive Are we really alive? Can we thrive if we are not alive? And if so- If we are not alive, Then is this all a lie? Something we have defied? Pretending to be alive? And what state are we in If we are not alive As we seem? If we are not alive And cannot thrive without being alive What are we really doing? Can we thrive if we had the knowledge that we weren’t alive? Would we die out because everything was a lie? How have we turned such a blind eye, And denied that we are not alive? Yet that lie somehow makes us thrive Even if we are not alive.