Ajax Tries a Sonnet

Where do my thoughts begin, I wonder,
If not through my minds front door?
Like whispers on the wind from yonder,
Not as soldiers marching, or,
Geese beginning their ascent;
Not as a neighbor near approaching
On a sunny afternoon.
Sometimes quick, a bit too soon,
Overpowering and encroaching,
Before I fully comprehend,
Where they come from, over, under,
Does not matter anymore,
But as my thoughts divide asunder,
Which ones I keep becomes the chore

I don't remember what type of sonnet I used for the rhyming pattern. I have to go to class now.