Bobbing For Apples Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I disappear into a myriad of thoughts
Every waking moment
makes me conscious to about one hundred new ones
It can be overwhelming
but it can also be inspiring
In these thoughts there is production
well at least of some sort
In these thoughts there is also confusion
Everything is mixed up in this barrel of a mind
but finding the right thoughts
is like bobbing for apples
It may take a few tries before I bite into the right one