Maze of thoughts
Is it me who runs the thoughts in my mind ?
Or is it ,the thoughts that manifest my outside?
What do we call it, when there are no thoughts at all ?
A Subtle state mind or the silence before the storm?
Mystical ,for I know not where they come from or go to
Like the flash of lightening, they mark their presence ,
With the time, they abandon me to make room for the new
For every emotion , there's a thought lurking at mind
Million thoughts stumbled across ,every single day
Leaving no mark of remembrance behind
Like the dew on leaves ,they vanish to nowhere
Fading away from the shores of our memory
Where would I be if not with my thoughts ?
My resort , my paradise and my dungeon
For they can be as soothing as a cool breeze
And as terrifying as a whirlpool
What makes our thoughts occult ?
Is it our inner unspoken emotions that haunt us as thoughts
Or is it the intangible happiness that make them our happy place ?
Be it ,this or that, thoughts are a inescapable maze or call it trap.
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