Analysis of Thoughts temple

It should be a normal day,
Sunshines were embracing the view,
And everything seems so vivid.
But then inside,
A bunch of thoughts..,
Were making so much noise.

I sat and listened.
They were arguing about something.
I didn't quite understand.
Suddenly, one of them,
Oddly suggested to pray.
To whom, I've asked myself.
I was dismayed.
These thoughts, one at the time
They were praying to ..
A me.

I was transformed.
I've become a temple for my thoughts.
But this wasn't just right,
What could, anymore, this "me" to be?
It couldn't be, I couldn't be..
Be what?

Suddenly an immaterial touch embosoms us.
Which us?