Thinker's Frown (Revised)

My Thinker's Frown is on my face.
You joke that it is a murderous look.
Perhaps I was thinking about murder,
Or why drinks are better in frosted glasses,
Or what people would look like if we only saw atoms.
You say it is good weather today.
And I think of good and bad weather,
And when we played in the rain,
When we jumped off shed roofs,
What a story those type of children would make,
What stories those children are in,
How children don't make any sense,
How we determine the nature of "sense,"
If it is possible that I have a sixth sense,
If our senses can really be numbered,
Of how I like math and yet am no good at it,
Of how I can link concepts from one word,
How powerful all the words we use are,
How you can talk so eloquently at times,
And when eloquence is not the goal,
Of how I never scored goals in soccer,
And I could have been better at sports,
My one  brother is excellent at sports,
That I love both my brothers so much,
All of what my family means to me,
The price others must pay for my loyalty,
That I am perhaps too frugal or not frugal enough,
That "perhaps" is a actually funny word,
And perhaps words are less odd in other languages,
How I would like to learn more languages,
And you burst in joking about a murderous look.
Because my Thinker's Frown is on.