Wrestling Thoughts

I'm rattling 'round this brain of mine

Searching for that elusive poem,

And though thoughts a plenty cross my mind,

There's very few I'd dare make known.

To the depths, the very bowels,

In the recesses mine to plumb;

To those places of crazy howls,

Where only madmen dare to come.

It's down these halls where I wander

Like a miner in search of gold,

With a million thoughts mine to ponder

And so very few that could be told.

Yet, from these demons I'll not be shrinking,

For wrestling thoughts is what I do,

But now these words have got me thinking,

There's so very much I keep from view.