Iao13's "Thoughts" is a short, restless piece about a mind that can't quite settle. The speaker sees thoughts everywhere and feels pressure to act as if they understand them, even when they don't. That small line, "Acting like I should know," gives the poem its uneasy, slightly embarrassed edge.
The repeated "wonder, wander" is the heart of it. The two words sound almost the same, and the poem suggests the things they describe blur together too: asking questions and drifting aimlessly end up feeling "all the same." Time does something similar, with past, future and present colliding into one. The word "harmony" makes this seem oddly peaceful rather than chaotic.
The last line pulls back with a wry twist. Thinking is fine, the speaker says, but thoughts themselves maybe not. The mood is quiet, puzzled and a little weary, like someone gently overwhelmed by their own head.