On Display

I want my thoughts
To be shot out the back of my head
And splattered on a wall
Like tiny little galaxies
I want you to have them all
I want them shared
Discussed
Admired
And respected
Their origin not important
Their depth is not detected
They are my anonymous gift
To the world at large
Horribly wrapped
And roughly delivered

So to you I say
Listen up and look closely
These are the parts that matter most
They are the keys to my soul
You'd think I'd keep them close
But instead
I have given them to you to hold

Oddly enough
I'd hoped I could hold yours too
Because deep thoughts can be heavy
When they have nothing to do
Keep them moving and busy
Constantly on the go
From person to person
They travel to and fro
Now, see here
Look
At your gift
To the world
Your contemplations laid out
Your musings unfurled
We are the axis
Upon which the earth spins
We are the life
That our brain comprehends
We are generous people
Are we not?
We are faithfully shared
Fueled by knowledge and thought