A Dot of Thought

I felt and thought a lot
and knowing mattered a lot.
So I continued to feel and think a lot.
Subjects varied, what not.
Till I knew that was my bad lot
As it all summed up to naught.
I still feel and thirst a lot
On how to feel not and think not
And not to know a lot
But to be what I ought
to be – simply uncaught
by feeling or thought
Oh ! How strangely I am still caught
By what is not
-a dot of thought.