A Thought About a Thought

Hi Thought, where do you come from?

It seems you are hidden in the corner of my room

where I self connect before the sunrise.

I know you like to hang out in there.

You become like a child at recess

going all over the places, jumping, running and bumping.

But sometimes, Thought, sometimes

I just want you to be quiet

I want you to be well behaved

Sitting maybe in the corner of your own room

where you can  sit in silence and meditate.