Mental

When alone one feels himself.
he thinks about his thoughts.
Answering? Sometimes.
He thinks, about what?
who knows?
Catching yourself in thought, Forgetting what you thought.
All is well when alone.
Who is to care, critisize, make judgment?
but still we retract.
For what's the point?
I don't know. Perhaps we are to much of a critic?
Maybe we beleive someone is listening?
Is it Guilt? Maybe?
Who am I to say.
What I can say Is that to ones mind, is infinite.
Neverending. But held back by the other half.
Yin and Yang? I don't know?
One says yes, the same one says no.
Which is right?

The Third