A THOUGHT

 

A thought, incomplete

Almost at its conception

Dies unformed

Another is stillborn

A lost unformed notion

More follow also fruitless

And unfulfilled

Then little more than an inkling

Emerges, grows quickly

Surviving into infancy

Only to be lost to distraction

Many more die unformed

Before a thought is born

Fully formed and grows quickly to maturity

But it was a stupid thought