I know
My thoughts
Are confusing
And nonsensical

But that
Is what thoughts
Ought to be like,
Without logic and sense

And then
There comes
The fear of
Judgement and ridicule

That is when
You have to censor
Your thoughts into words
That are sensible and acceptable

To those
Who will hear them
And tell you how beautiful
You mind and your thoughts are

Because they are
What they wanted
To hear and to feel
Since anything else

Would be madness

A madness
That will be
A chaos for all
Who love peace and serenity

Peace that
Makes no sense
To the poor but the mighty
For peace is gift for the beast