Ponder a thought

[kryptonitemonkey]

What can be said, of the thoughts in my head
few with rhyme or reason
Words to be wed, and from my mouth oft bled
nary a call to be found
Belay the fear, and shed not a single tear
lest it all be undone
See it but here, the meanings less than clear
for tomorrow we weep
Below us we see, in written words much of glee
the thoughts ripped asunder
Is there a we, or nary one but remains is me
I cannot here tell