I need to find that thinking cap,
left in a cupboard years ago
or maybe while I had a nap,
it fell off my head to the ground below.

I have not seen it all these years:
lost in the madding crowd, no doubt,
or in the mist which never clears,
responding to neither search nor shout.

No matter. There is neither time nor peace
these days for the thinking mind to muse.
I’ll leave it to the Thought Police
to seek it, find and never use.