Introspection’s a Soft Spot for Thoughts

Things are walking around
In your skulls as your thoughts
And they aren’t even yours.

Don’t bother asking them
If you thought any up
Or where they all came from.

Think! Who will answer you
Once you begin asking
Questions inside your head,

Start interrogating
Your own thoughts? Your thoughts will.
How can you trust them when

You know they’re pretending
To really be yours but
Were thought so many times

Through so many other
Skulls before, before yours
Had closed your fontanelle?