He was sitting with his thoughts,
but his thoughts kept throwing themselves
around the room
and out the windows
to the winsome springtime air.
It was troublesome to try to control
those undisciplined thoughts,
the way they wandered wherever they wished
and thought whatever
they felt like thinking.
He soon found himself surrendering
and then starting to toss himself around,
just like his thoughts.
His little house lightened up
and let the roof float off,
and then the walls went away,
and there he was,
under the sky,
waltzing and springing
with his disorderly, adorable thoughts.