I don’t think things out
I think things in
What I think in changes me
I’m partly new to myself
The reclusive tempts me
I can’t declare myself
I can’t pass customs
I seem a witless witness
What is in me can’t be traced
What’s in me compounds
I can’t please and can’t plead
No matter what I’d like to do
What I think in lodges in me
Enjoys considerable freedom
I go on listening, knowing all
I have thought in listens as me