A dedication to the readers

Thought

The remnants of thought stuck in the edges
Flood the river of consciousness
Deceiving the trails formed by well constructed logic
Forming a science void of reasoning

It has come to my mind
To write down the meaning that surrounds us
Clear like the sun, in a sky void of moisture
Beaming rays in deep darkness

But what is puzzling, is the foundation of thought
Derived in places foreign to my existence
Yet a solid part of my being
Dragging with weight unbearable

I ponder this, I think
But is the I an I or a we
Forming a thought passed down through generations
And whose thought?