Generally contemplating
Constantly reverberating
All those echoes in your head
Which haven't got direction yet.

Reflection comes and shows you slightly
Returning thoughts are highly likely
About this and that and others, too
Who can manage all this goo -

Gets stuck and mixed in little portions
Compressed amounts of plain distortion
Adding planets constant orbit
Doesn't help avoiding colic

Chemistry seems intervening
Repeatedly the thoughts are streaming
Maybe just new formulation
Of brainstorms labelled: innovation