Kitchen Floor Ponderings

Unaware of how I got here
I'm sitting on my kitchen floor
My brain a bit more cluttered
Than the cold refrigerator door
Thinking about my favorite words
And why you can't divide by zero
About kings and politicians
Or why people must grow old
I soon move on to stranger things
Like the flavors of the stars
What God's favorite color is
And how many souls there are
As moonlight sneaks across the tiles
And my thoughts start growing thin
I say a prayer and leap to my feet
For I must find a pen : )