IT’s A MIRAGE

​Oft, thoughts like platter
Not of our own
From without
To us served
Other occasions, our imaginations their own song, sung 
Setting apart admirable, pure, noble and true thoughts from unhelpful ones a worthy task
Welcoming on board such
One way for that which remaineth,
Cast down.
Declined.
No entry, no through road to contrary suggestions
For as we think in our heart, so are we