What can I do?
My thoughts come and go.
Like the seasons of nature,
they change from time to time.
Like the waves of the ocean,
they crash upon the shores
of my mind. Only to return
again to the source from
which they come.
Where do they come from?
I want to know.
Some of them are bad,
and some good.
But I must let them all go.
For they are...