I reap today the results of thoughts
Sown in the field of my consciousness
Days, or weeks, or months, or even years ago.
There is little that can be done
To stem the tide of such harvests
Once they have taken root
And been allowed to grow through repetition and neglect
In the unseen field of the things that I secretly believe.
To tear them up once they manifest themselves in outward things
Is tantamount to an attempt to turn back nature.
So instead, I will accept the bitter harvest
Sown in my ignorant youth,
And sow better and more deliberate thoughts
Into the field of my consciousness today,
So that they may grow up unseen
And manifest themselves,
Through passage of time,
In better tomorrows.