My Thinker Has Gone

I'd love to help you find your phone
I don't know where it could possibly be residing
If I guessed it would probably be wrong because
My thinker has gone into hiding

I came into this room with strong purpose and stride
But now that I'm here I can't remember why
I've puzzled and puzzled but as hard as I've tried
My thinker has gone a'flying

I've closed all the windows and turned off the lights
I think I'm forgetting something
I'm not sure if I'm right
Because my thinker has gone to bed for the night

I wonder where it goes
That mischievous little sprite
It was always here, but now to my dislike,
Sometimes my thinker goes out on strike

It ventures out into the vastness of the night
And promptly returns with the morning light
But even then it can sometimes hide and then
My thinker has gone out of sight

Sometimes gliding through old memories
During my tea and reverie
Or flying ahead to what could be
Sometimes my thinker has gone on without me

Sometimes it lands and its thoughts stay in sync
Then I quickly pin them down to paper and ink
I do this as fast as I can because in a blink
My thinker has gone out for a drink

My thinker comes here, then jumps over there
It dances, twirls, twists, and turns
Along the way it listens and learns
Sometimes from nasty scrapes and burns

And sometimes it just jumps its track
That's when it feels like my thinker is gone
But not to worry, with God's help
It eventually turns and dances back.