Do you think so?

I am made up of my thoughts.
My thoughts define me.
If you can read my thoughts, I no longer exist.
They are mine to review.
They are mine to refrain.
They complicate the reality of things.
I can’t escape them.
So I shall abide them.
I can’t prolong them, they are brief.
Like flecks of light on a prism.
Like water rolling down a window.
Sometimes I can’t explain them.
Sometimes they explain things to me.
They are secret.
They are scary.
They are true.
I am horrified of where they will take me.
Where will I go?
What will I become?
What shall I think in ten years time?
My thoughts define me.
But if I keep changing, do my thoughts change with me?
Do I change because they change?
I think therefore I am?
Or I am because I think?
The reasoning is simple.
I am but a thought.
I thought.
I shall think on this some more.
Thoughtfully.