Prompt: What do you think about the most?

I think about...I think about...
I think about whatever triggers me.

My footprints in the snow trigger a thought of the future
So blurry and not defined by any promise of a job
Or love, or financial security.

My puppy triggers a thought of death in my mind
Of my two past pups, and if he will love me as 
Much and as bravely as they did. 

Putting jeans on triggers the numbers on the scale
And how I have yet to decrease it, I have yet to 
Lose those bundles that stare at me in the mirror
With shame. 

My mother triggers the thought of love within me.
And how no matter how much I try to write it out, 
Or hug and kiss her, tell her, I couldn't define
How much that woman means to me and how much
I will hate it when she is one day gone. 

My father triggers the thought of childhood within me
And how much I wish I could be his little girl again, but
Not just for my sake, but for his as well because he didn't
Worry about me worrying and somehow we grow up and
We all just worry.

My sister triggers the need for family abroad, because we 
Speak in traveling terms. Not just by plane, but by future 
Means, and I know she will go places and I see her in the
Brightest light with raindrops falling only when they hold
Successes, because she is so destined to make it, and 
That therefore triggers a thought within me to think about...

My life...
And where it is going.
And if I have the creativity and the originality, and uniqueness, humility,
Talent, and intelligence to make it.

You know, to make something out of this 21st century mess I have seemed to drown in for 20 years.