When You Think Poem by Eric Schojan

Do you think when you're alone? if so, what about?
do you wander through your mind trying to figure something out?

is it something specific or is it general and vague?
is it something eating at you like a never-ending plague?

when you sit in thought can you read it in your eyes?
can you see the glory of your story and the pain of your goodbyes?

can you look into your past and the things that you have left there?
can you see the happiness and love, the sadness and regret there?

are you thinking of a catalyst to spark a needed change?
that one, unsought, idea that will help you rearrange

are you doubting who you are and the person you can be?
are you unveiling your eyes to allow yourself to see?

are you planning out a future that will make yourself proud?
or are you fretting on the past and the path that you have plowed?

when you sit in thought do I ever cross your mind?
do you ever think about me when you're starting to unwind?

because when I sit in thought, all I can think about is you
and yet another poem about you only proves that last line true.