Wild Thoughts, Wild Thoughts
Hope is a Thing with Metaphors–
Simmering in my Brain;
Detain my Thoughts for one more day,
It is all the same.
But listen to the water whistling now,
A kettle on the stove;
Because I would not stop for Thoughts,
They harshly reminded me–
For Ideas will tick and knock knock and then dock;
Like her, I will not champion the clock.