What is a thought? You can hear it and yet it makes no noise. You can feel it and yet it can't be touched. You can see it and yet it's clearer with eyes closed. You can choose to have one, you can suddenly have one.
A rabbit stuck in a rainbow, climbing to catch the fruit.
What colours the rabbit? How's it climbing? What fruit is hungry?
Where do thoughts go? Where do they come from? Why do we have them? How do we have them?
Can I keep going? Am I asking myself?
Put it out.