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 the earth's remotest spot

Leaving its blessings 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.