In my own little world
All my thoughts are still furled
Like a flag that has never been flown

I will place those thoughts here
In the hope that they’re clear
And if not at least they’ll be my own

Like a bird they fly free
To you all straight from me
You and I will watch life—on it goes

I will follow my road
With the words that I’ve sowed
As the wind in the trees softly blows

(“Thoughts” by Deborah O’Carroll)