WILD THOUGHTS
you sit by a river of flooding ideas
and watch your your thoughts run wild
you lend your limbs to the wind
and with the wings of many eagles
you take your flight into distant ‘what-if-lands’
silence shut out the voices that beckon
to distract your peak focus
from off the eye of the bull
shoot, you must!
so on and on, you day dream
of realities
you exhale
and shun the desires that flaw
tomorrow’s bliss with doubt traps
suddenly, you yield
you flop
you are carried by the wind downwards
your mouth spread in protests
but words are lost
and faint screams
are carried away in the winds
you say nothing,
you give up
you fall
yet, in the valley of this emptiness
bereft of help above and hope below
you roam like hungry rodents in a churchyard
seeking for crumbs of the bread of life
you wander aimless into more traps –
doubts, fears, bitter experiences, logic –
you circle same mountain over amd over
and wonder why there seem to be no end rhyme to this verse
of your life
but, you don’t give in to giving up
you raise your head above your neck
and imagine yourself in a flood of thoughts
you picture memories to be made,
and dreams once lost to the downfall
come flooding back like flashbacks
and all of them, yours
so, you fly home
with the wings of many eagles
you return and stand by the same shore
from whence you took off
and
fell
instead of mockery and jeers,
ovation and cheers
ring the welcome song
to your wild thoughts
you won
yes, you won
listen,
thing is, you must dream
and envision that which you desire.
don’t let the now and trivial
take away your heart from just courses
be alert
stay focus
don’t lose your wings to chicken crumbs
there’s victual for you on the mountain top
dream wild
dream now
don’t die