Why do we think?
What do we think?
When do we think?
Is it at the kitchen sink?
Is it in the bath tub among the suds of soap lathering our skin?
Maybe when we're among the one's we love, or is thinking a subconscious thing?
Is it anger, hate or greed, or a state of mind inbred in human beings?
What of he who thinks not, yet is driven by impulsive behaviour?
Do we think before we upset, or cause offence without regret?
Do we think when we love, laugh, cry?
Surely we rack our brains and look for reasons why?
Is it true that thinking makes for a better you?
Surely that is at least partly true!