A thought is running through my mind. br It comes back more and more. br Profound, enlightened, erudite - br It makes my spirit soar. br I knew I had to write this poem, br The thought was surely there. br A jewel racing through my brain - br A diamond solitaire. br A thought of such great magnitude, br Should not be soon forgot. br And so I have to write it down, br And grab it while it's hot! br But I don't have the time to write, br A poem that would be great.