Well Trained Conscious

 I don’t set out to think
Sometime thoughts just come to me
Quite often I send them away just as quickly as they came
But some… I sit and ponder on for a while
Especially those that shock my soul,
Those that go against the grain of everything I believe
I pick them apart and sort the pieces into …
Into thin air..
It is then that I realize…
A well trained conscious really does work
And I imagine that I am normal…
I think?

NOTE: @k Denotes that the poetry/prose is a "Country Loner" original.