thoughts
seem to be
so ethereal
almost nonexistant
in how quickly
they disappear
there, and gone
in an instant
seconds
filled with
thousands
perhaps millions
of them
but now,
lost,
forever
fortunately
occasionally
one will rise
rise to the surface
and find itself
face to face
with the self
which grabs hold,
latching onto
the thought
and taking it
to fruition
making it
into creation