Upon A Thought Poem by Jessie Jett

Upon a thought,
I pick up a pen.
Pondering this prestige world I'm in.
A thought to many mysteries.
A wonder so many begin to see.
Amounts of more than any being.
Brilliant, magnificent.
Perplexity enigma.
Tripping in countless spots of dirt.
Spent in relent, solemny alert.
As do all will pass away.
Leaving to what.
Leaving to stay.
Upon a thought,
Another line.
Possibily leaving a thousand ties.
Ponder this prestige world.
More than cotten blue skies,
further than commercial planes flying, radiating high.
Bound by the sun, shinning blind.
Oh so magnificent, beyond wonder.
Mysteries of the prestige.
Amounting more than any being.
More than anything ever seeing.
Upon a thought, pondering.
A mountian full of amenities.
And all these wonderful prestige mysteries.