The mind is my thought ocean,
Consciousness is my thought stream,
Flowing, keeping track of time,
Insights flashing me a glean.

Through mental engineering,
I have worn in schools of thought,
Existential scuba gear,
For idea fish I've caught.

Idea fish are not like others,
You cannot catch them whole,
For you must scoop your cerebral net around them,
And capture up their soul.

Do not fear it does not hurt them,
To lift their spirits away,
You only keep them long enough,
To put to paper what they say.

Then you let them go again,
To reread what they have brought,
Add to private mental lakes,
A private school of thought.