“liminal”
often have i mistaken
the act of thinking
as the true nature of myself
mistakenly
have i identified with
the narrator within
that curates
the world
for me
the endless chatter
of daydreams and analytical thoughts,
of likes and dislikes
recurring by pure habit of mind
would it not be wise
to take a good look
at the nature of thinking
to behold the comings and goings
and quality of thoughts
now on to the “chicken and the egg”
do i create my thoughts
or do thoughts create me?
can you predict what next
will occupy your mind?
