Thoughts

You are my thought ...
so you must be true.
I find myself clutching you tightly,
in your heavy cloak of respectability,
your black hat of wisdom and your sonorous voice of reason.


But ...
What if I swap those clothes,
for a clown's shiny red nose,
boldly striped pants and 
a high pitched giggle?


Suddenly you are not so ponderously right.
You just are.
And I can say hello and just let you be.