Train Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Metacognition,
inception steps in,
my thought's thought listens,
as I unconciously decide my concious thought.
You think I thought my thought's thought thought,
but really my thought's thought inside an unknown real thought.
Thinking about the thought of an unconcious descional thought,
seems that it ought to be a thought to think about naught.
Thinking about thinking,
beginning it's first step,
I think about my thought,
and meditate to my thought that I chose with a thought.
Very unthoughtful,
this thought that I brought,
this thought that your thinking,
looking to be sought.
Your mind is fraught,
from all these thoughts,
but trust me when I say this:
It's my thought in a thought that an unawaringly thought agreed to decide on the final thought.