Lost In Thought Poem by Jade Blaydes

Thinking about thoughts inside of my head.
If I weren't here, would I be there instead?
But if I was there, would my mind still be here?
Maybe if I was over there, my thoughts would be more clear.
If my minds not clear, does that mean it has clouds?
And when the sun peeks through, will it draw some crowds?
Even if it does know how to draw, it won't help me figure this out.
But if it does know what to do, does it really need to shout?
The shouting makes my head hurt, so it's hard to think at all.
And even though I'm short, I can still be tall.
To midgets I'm tall, and to ants, I'm large.
If a bull doesn't have a credit card, can't it still chanrge?