Think Farming

Millions of mind-sets

One flash at a time

Each one with a voice

Far different from mine

Knowing is believing

And fiction is fleeting

Growing means weeding

New thought plants I’m seeding

Strolling the rows

Of the soy bean synapse

Reinventing ideas

To prevent a relapse

But I’m stuck in this field

Overwhelmed by the yield

Ten wheelbarrows wheeled

Out fresh feelings I feel

Carting the harvest

With weight so immense

That lives fall to pieces

When trying to make sense

Of the value at market

For these easy targets

But I’m choosing to park it

So sane thoughts can bargain

These crops are tainted

And don’t pass the test

They’re thrown into compost

Making room for the next

A keen eye knows best

And the product attests

The thought farmer rests

Once he’s debugged these pests