Terrorists

I must learn to watch my thoughts. I must know the way. Within these thoughts are great armies, disguised and embedded. They look to attach. They look for me to think I am them. These are not the thoughts of a madman or a wise man, they are simply passing clouds. Do I intentionally desire this noise? Many times I resolute myself, in a promise to do so, only to fall back to sleep. Watch, just watch. r