All These Thoughts I Think

All these thoughts I think, that cantankerous make the brimming of the brain (And such are not contained) That all these thoughts I think (These thoughts we think and say) All these thoughts we think, are just brains making hay; we do not need to stop to think; it's what we do. Even asleep, these thoughts are deep some dark, some light; a blight upon a peaceful dream. These thoughts though, which may seem more real, to our souls, but indeed, are ghouls. But, when we're on the brink, the thoughts that made us think are left behind, it's true. If thinking's just a game; the end is still the same, so to these thoughts I think- I'll raise a toast, to you.