A Thought:

I'm but a breath of air
A thought of memory,
A chance reasoning
At it's simplicity.

I come at you randomly
No rhyming order,
Either you pick me up
Or your not my supporter.

I come and I go
Almost at free will,
I'm easiest to remember
When my mind's sitting still.

There good and there bad
But they don't equal out,
The worse of the two
Is the one full of doubt.

I'm but a breath of air
That you might breathe in,
Or I'll continue on blowing
In the midst of the wind.