Pondering...

Pondering of events to come, a trying and troubling task.
Thinking, thinking of molecules and the future and the past.

Sitting on this blessed log that holds my carcass up
so i can concentrate on things at hand and be free to think.

Think.

Think.

Some people fear the act of thinking, for it may scare some.
Thinking of some advanced conundrum is very hard, you know.
To actually work while not doing anything, really. "Run and hide!
Its not natural to work while doing nothing," just to think, think.

Ooh, I just had a thought. Come close and I will tell.
But you tell me what you thou- Oh, me first? Very well.

I had a thought, a vision of an act to be. Of wonderment and ease, you see?
No?

(Sigh...)

Ok, how about this.

Think of a person. The ID matters not.
See that person tie a rope in a knot.
See the knot in your thought with a closer view.
Do you see the mountains come into view?
The endless rise and fall of crests of hills, and occasional caverns of abyssal spills?

Odd is it not? The things that we see if we take the time to think?
The hills and caverns and endlessness that we also see up here on the wondress ground that brings everincreasing bounty?

Anyway, Just a thought I had. What do you think?

(The little boy replies stares at the old man for a moment...)

You're weird mister.

(The boy runs off.)

(The old man sits back down.)

Rotten kids.

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It popped into my head, what do you think, cute eh? :-)