My thoughts

My thoughts are only my thoughts
Who can say am I dreaming still
Are these my thoughts or yours?
I still don’t know.

Does the mind read others thought’s
Or their poetry, using their muses,
Writing to get sufficient wordy
Ammunition I wonder still

Yet my thoughts resound
Rebounding the voice of many,
Are these thoughts of use to anyone?
Without these, one can’t convey feelings

What’s hidden beneath the surf?
In the stress of the minds domain
One must be assured that our thoughts
There alone living down memory lane

Neither mine nor your thoughts
Now encased in digital form
Being read millennia’s hence
By our newer generations’

Will they visit our thoughts?
Those who visit the thoughts museum
Will they know from whence they came?
Can I be reawakened in their time?