Hold that thought...
Let it linger.Let it take its space,irrespective of whether it deserves it or not.Let it flow.Let it run wild.Let it tame itself.Let it grow.Let it spawn...Smile when it runs down memory lane, cry when it hits a dead end & cant climb over it.Entertain the idea of growth.See its potential. Seek its core. Scream when its redundant...enjoy the patternless ride.Jump aboard its illusiveness and if you have to take a moment to thank yourself for it.
You gave it life in an inanimate world of dead thoughts, that circle and clog your reason.You brought forth a concept that's new, yet logical because of its roots.You seem perfectly all right with it, and so should the world.
You take it up upon yourself to extend the thought, and more join the cluster.They swarm and make a hive with thoughts so sweet.Sweeter than all those ironies & innuendos that people always have as "ready wit". No: this is sweeter.
You don't have to answer anyone about why your ideas are amok or why they follow a ritualistic pattern.Anarchism to the degree, when its transformed into a discipline. No: its not an oxymoron...imagine: if everyone saw the beauty. An Idea. A splendid one. One without purpose, yet with a roll to break the monotony.
A third of a second passes, yet you shoot down the reality checks, and you let it remain, despite your "advisers". You wait. You patiently wait, until it bears fruit, except here:its a new perspective. Its a new high, and a new zenith.
You dream on. There are no encounters with people whom you dislike.Everyone here is someone who is shaping your world.One mistaken incident at a time.One displced notion after another & most importantly one leg of emotions after the next.You see them now as those who broke your Blinders. And the idea gets stronger. You have given it a boost towards a moral understanding. Slowly a spiritual angle can take place, but you don't have to entertain it, because this is YOUR thought.
You have a world of your own, and everyone there is your friend.The idea grows from a thought. And it does because you let it.
Let it linger.Let it take its space,irrespective of whether it deserves it or not.Let it flow.Let it run wild.Let it tame itself.Let it grow.Let it spawn...Smile when it runs down memory lane, cry when it hits a dead end & cant climb over it.Entertain the idea of growth.See its potential. Seek its core. Scream when its redundant...enjoy the patternless ride.Jump aboard its illusiveness and if you have to take a moment to thank yourself for it.
You gave it life in an inanimate world of dead thoughts, that circle and clog your reason.You brought forth a concept that's new, yet logical because of its roots.You seem perfectly all right with it, and so should the world.
You take it up upon yourself to extend the thought, and more join the cluster.They swarm and make a hive with thoughts so sweet.Sweeter than all those ironies & innuendos that people always have as "ready wit". No: this is sweeter.
You don't have to answer anyone about why your ideas are amok or why they follow a ritualistic pattern.Anarchism to the degree, when its transformed into a discipline. No: its not an oxymoron...imagine: if everyone saw the beauty. An Idea. A splendid one. One without purpose, yet with a roll to break the monotony.
A third of a second passes, yet you shoot down the reality checks, and you let it remain, despite your "advisers". You wait. You patiently wait, until it bears fruit, except here:its a new perspective. Its a new high, and a new zenith.
You dream on. There are no encounters with people whom you dislike.Everyone here is someone who is shaping your world.One mistaken incident at a time.One displced notion after another & most importantly one leg of emotions after the next.You see them now as those who broke your Blinders. And the idea gets stronger. You have given it a boost towards a moral understanding. Slowly a spiritual angle can take place, but you don't have to entertain it, because this is YOUR thought.
You have a world of your own, and everyone there is your friend.The idea grows from a thought. And it does because you let it.
