Our thoughts define our actions; attitude
will mimic elders, even when they prate
and swamp the mind with reasons that allude
to ancient values, each a ‘piece-of-eight’.

We learn and knowledge changes us; our fate
becomes the search for treasures we perceive.
Old concepts tossed in waves, disintegrate
until the depths reflect what we believe.

Ideas define our actions and yet leave
us choices, forming currents of resolve.
We know our shallow selves and we achieve
some understanding of how views evolve.

But thoughts are rainbows dripping over oceans.
The pot of gold lies in between two notions.