It should be a normal day,
Sunshines were embracing the view,
And everything seems so vivid.
But then inside,
A bunch of thoughts..,
Were making so much noise.
I sat and listened.
They were arguing about something.
I didn\'t quite understand.
Suddenly, one of them,
Oddly suggested to pray.
To whom, I\'ve asked myself.
I was dismayed.
These thoughts, one at the time
They were praying to ..
A me.
I was transformed.
I\'ve become a temple for my thoughts.
But this wasn\'t just right,
What could, anymore, this \"me\" to be?
It couldn\'t be, I couldn\'t be..
Be what?
Suddenly an immaterial touch embosoms us.
Which us?