Thoughts

when a thought tries to exit my brain,
onto a sheet of paper, a keyboard,
a sheepskin even,
when that thought is in its prime,
still fresh, still very young,
it is the best opportunity,
to get that thought out and going.
when that epiphany strikes,
it is sadly unfortunate,
that I must always be occupied,
by mountains, called work.
work, the mountains are called,
because there's mountains of it
work, it is the harbinger of stress
it distracts the thoughts
work, though it is necessary
more often not than are
and work, it does borrow thoughts
but not in any way
beneficial to thoughts
for work mostly works for itself
not for thoughts