I have had thoughts - I can't tell where they're from -
But I have had them, and I'll keep them too.
They interrupt the constant busy hum
That tells me where, and when, and what to do,
And lecture me - yet not didactically -
About the path I find my feet lie on;
They seem to see a possibility
That I suspected must have been far gone.
They claim that I could be more than I am
Which seems quite reasonable, but in a way
Whose chances I would call not worth a damn,
Were it my conscious mind that here held sway.
But since it isn't, I believe them all
And hearken to their so unlikely call.
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