Jumbo Ron

Jumbo Ron is lost in thought Every little moment of his life Relentless babble in the mind So much so that he thinks he is thoughts Lost in thought He gets caught up in nonstop monologue Immersed in waking dreams Jumbo Ron he thinks in dreams his mind Runs free but awake he’s got control He rides the flow of inner chatter as if he is the River itself Wake up to your life There is no thinker Only passing thoughts Jumbo Ron has no clue that he’s not Identical to his inner voice He does not find the conscious mind To be but illumination And the thoughts just thoughts Passing through like commuters On a train Half-remembered conversations Of a mind run amok He rides the flow of inner chatter as if he is the River itself Wake up to your life There is no thinker Only passing thoughts He rides the flow of inner chatter as if he is the River itself It’s easy to confuse your boat when it’s rocking back and forth With the river itself