it's a curious thing that once was familiar

not long ago. in this very spot.
there lived a tiny thought that had no legs. it had no heart. it had no head.
but there it was. just a tiny murmur.
it didn't take long before it had breath. before it had eyes. before it could see.
it left from this spot. this spot was too small.
this thought needed space so it could grow. so someone could feed. so someone would know.
it felt it important. to make itself heard.
of all the thoughts born in this spot. it was the best. it had some value.
i have to wonder. if this wasn't true.
i've made a mistake in letting it out. for giving it life. for setting it free.
but its only one thought. one that escaped.
one that was very easily replaced. by ones curious about others familiar...