The Thinker

 
Did you ever seen that statue, of a man sitting with his chin resting upon his fist  
Sometimes I wonder what he is thinking about
As the world moves around him, he seems so calm as people pass him by.
Birds landing atop his head, dogs barking, babies crying, while music is blaring around him
Yet he sits there unmoved, as cold rain runs down his face
He doesn't even shiver in the cold winter weather
 
Yes, I wonder about what goes on in that stone head of his
So, I use my imagination and I become that guy
I am sitting motionless, with my head resting upon my chin, blocking out the breathing of my surrounding environment    
I'm blocking out society to live and breathe in the environment of my thoughts  
Silence surrounding me, and all I can hear is the loudness of my thoughts
Watching them walk by
 
Hearing their voices, their crying, their laughing and singing
Sometimes, I even wipe the tears from their thoughtful eyes
And often we have thoughtful conversations    
Keeping each other company, as we congregate inside of my fleshly head
Our meeting place, well I call this place, the meeting of the mind
Welcome to my thinking cafe  
 
I’m sitting still thinking of the world, and all its internal conflicts
It's wars thinking of world governments and their politics  
The suffering, the joys, the pains
And of course, sex drugs and rocking roll
Sometimes I laugh through it all, yet some days I am sad and cry through it all
At times, I think humankind is a parasite to the earth
As we pollute it, poisoning the air, the water, the land, and the minds of our youth
 
I often think that the earth is alive, in all reality it is just as alive as you and me
Consequently, I give thoughts to its feelings about us, and our parasitic nature that irritates it
And its frustrations with us and all the misery and pain we have manifested upon its creation  
So that in its defense, it tries to rid itself of us
By using weapons of natural mass destruction, such as hurricanes tornadoes, typhoons heat waves, droughts mass floodings, and earthquakes tsunami’s, and freezing temperatures.
Just to rid itself of us and our parasitic nature.
 
I also think of my place in this world, or how sometimes I feel out of place in it
Am I inside the box or outside of the box? Or am I the gift inside of the box or am I it's wrappings just to be disregarded and discarded in the world
I think of the many variations of people in this world
With different views, goals, ideals, with different dreams and aspirations      
And if we all become parasites to each other, because my perfect world, may not be perfect for you and your perfect world may not be perfect for me
Just maybe because we are imperfect people that dream, our own perfect dreams  
 
I often ask myself is society a parasite to us with its societal standards that we all must conform too to exist in standards not of our own, to fit the norm bill just to fit quietly
When our own minds are noisy
I can say more of what I am thinking, yet I shall say less  
Yes, I am this thinking man, sitting still with my chin resting upon my fist
Unnerved, unmoving, seemingly
Although, having moving thoughts, dealing with internal conflicts, that shakes my stillness
Therefore, I am wondering now
Does that unshakable unnerved unmovable statue, does it shake inside, with internal conflict as I do
As it sits in its stillness with his chin resting upon its fist.