Thought

What does one write and why does one write?
Are these thoughts which are penned down real?
Are any of our thoughts real?
We live our lives and witness a million thoughts each day.
Where do these thoughts come from?
What purpose do they serve?
Are they real?
The thought to question thought.
The elusive nature of thought.
What is consciousness?
How is thought related to consciousness?
Who can answer these?
How can these be answered but by other thoughts which are themselves questionable?
Thus we come upon a deep paradox of our condition.
Thought which is our best tool is found unreliable.
So what do we do then?
Our thought about ourselves and the world around us...what determines these?
Is there someone thinking these thoughts?
Or are they merely witnessed?
Why are thoughts so elusive?
Why do we seem to be bound to our thoughts?
What is the fuel for thought?
Who wants to know?
There is no thought. Only this.