To Think

When you think about your life,
Where do your thoughts go?
To how you were born?
To how you have grown?

When you think about your passion,
Where does your desire go?
To the butterflies flying in your stomach?
To the silent rush of unsure courage?

When you think about your hope,
Where does your trust go?
To oneself.. making the "right" decision?
To others.. "guiding" you with "best" intentions?

When you think about your dreams,
Where does your faith go?
To the God you pray to each night?
To the restless worrisome conscientious flights?

When you think, you ponder
When you think, the mind wanders
When you think, you illicit life-living
When you think, you create your being

To think is to have a say, be it 'yay' or 'nay'
But to think is not always simple
To think, gives us a responsibility
A power, too few comprehend
A privilege we take for granted
The mind of mankind, to think, of the endless possibilities.