As The Heart Thinketh, So Is Man

I try as much a possible
Each given day
Not to think of what isn't
Because it makes my fingers ache

The longing to pen it down
Is ever great
So I try not to think of what to write
This is a result of a mistake I made

My mind is poetry
The thoughts I have are rhymes
Who knows what next may be
Those thoughts, I seek not to find

Now I took a walk
And I'm standing still like mad
I'll close my thoughts
So I can remember what I was asked to buy