As thoughts arise

If you could read my thoughts

You wouldn't be impressed, by the jumbled mess

I'd rather message you my reflections

Quietly, directly, and slowly as they arise in me

I'd send them your way most every day

Even though I know the truth

That both my workings and my ways

Are not unique in most every way

For I am just a simple mind

And one man amidst a sea of humanity

And to share my thoughts in secret with you

Would most undoubtedly be... A joy to me

Always quietly, directly, as slowly as they arise in me

My reflections, yours, if you would please.