My thoughts overtake each other, meander around to reach the goal post! I trip over my thoughts, fall flat and then try to catch up. I’m running as fast as I can to keep the pace of my scrambling, playful thoughts; to rein them in; to find excuses for decorum. But no way…my thoughts are way ahead of me. And don’t stop till I join in. Why walk when you can race? Why run when you can saunter? Seriously…my thoughts have a ‘mind’ of their own.
What on earth does this mean? I did say my thoughts… (hmmm) Well my thoughts definitely have a way with words!