There is listening to be done. There are thoughts to be made. Thoughts to be measured. Thoughts to be ignored. There’s a lot of walking and pondering.
Who am I becoming?
These ol’ thoughts of mine, I’m gonna let them shine. Light my path with imagination. But,I don’t want to be heard. There is time for that tomorrow. And if tomorrow never comes, I will have loved the process of building skyscrapers of thoughts. Where does action begin? In a thought.
I’m searching for the right thoughts. The moving thoughts. The amazing thoughts. And here’s the thing: I may not produce one such thought. It’s okay. It’s the hunger for a thought that will feed me.
Rambling thoughts. That’s a great place to start.