I feel like thinking out aloud:

(The Little Poet in me)
I sit on my bed and look out the window and feel like thinking
I feel like thinking of what I have been through the years
I feel like thinking of the fights I had as a kid
and I feel like of thinking of the people I found difficult to forgive

I look in the other direction and still I feel like thinking
I feel like thinking of friends I yearn to meet again
I feel like thinking of the people I forgot to apologise to
And yet I feel like just thinking freely


I feel like thinking of the athletics that made me think so masculine
yet I feel like thinking of the poetry that made me think so feminine
I feel like thinking of what lies ahead that makes me think so bold and yet guilty
yet again, I feel like thinking of the past that makes me think so meek and innocent

There's a time to think and a time to think
So while I'm thinking of thinking out my thoughts
I will just resign to my fate that makes me think I shall ever think of my desire to think
Think on, Ken, think. That is what makes me think