Not good enough

I wrote about my thoughts today
And thought they weren’t any good.
Oh, not the words, the thoughts themselves.
They weren’t good enough to send.
But who am I to label them?
And who’s to say that I’m right?
The thoughts that I reject, despise,
May be the thoughts that someone likes.
Or be the key to someone’s lock
They have been struggling hard to pick.
Remember all the Milnean plays
That pale before a children’s tale.
Remember who decides the fate
Of thoughts that stay and thoughts that fade.