Are thoughts ever concrete?
For they are a spun mass of
Previously unplugged words.
They probably are concrete
If we speak them, so brazen
Even if they aren’t, we
Perhaps will them into being so
Through pure want of belief
And ultimately a foundation.
What are we, without our thoughts?
Maybe empty or merely uncaring.
But there’s a moronic carelessness
In “caring less”.
We’re made to care and think.
To understand what the deal is.
So it matters not if our cognitive
Paths are parallel or diverging,
Crossing or always shifting.
It matters that they just are.
Pulsating and absorbing.
They just are.