THOUGHT By Henry Van Dyke I hold it true that thoughts are things, They're endowed with bodies and breath and wings, And that we send them forth to fill The world with good results, or ill That which we call our secret thought Speeds forth to earth's remotest spot Leaving its blessing or its woes Like tracks behind it as it goes. We build our future, thought by thought For good or ill, yet know it not yet so the universe was wrought Thought is another name for fate Choose then thy destiny and wait For love brings love and hate brings hate. Thanks `liya for this poem ;)