In the World of Thoughts

Jumping, bubbling and growing sort;

Springs this thing which we call a thought.

At times light, otherwise heavy;

Sometimes a nerd, sometimes savvy.

Flashing for seconds to living for a lifetime;

Thoughts behind every act - charity or crime.

Seeping, creeping and flooding sort;

Flows this thing which we call a thought.

Surreal at times, a thought wonders the sky;
And when closer to reality, puffs the desire dry.
Flying, tripping and crashing sort;
Moves this thing which we call a thought.

Passion in mind, and a thought is born;
Even does it die, as a thinking mind is worn.
Rising, sinking and floating sort;
Tenures this thing which we call a thought.

A thought's expression is choked in a jailed mind,
With a brave soul, though, its horizon is difficult to find.
Cowing, braving and unleashing sort;
Expresses this thing which we call a thought.

An observing eye with a magnifying lens,
An exploring ship without directions' sense.
Adventurous, oceanic and wandering sort;
Appears this thing which we call a thought.

Many a name, many a form;
A thought perambulates without a home.
As a thought travels from its dawn to twilight,
Joy or sorrow - products of this psychic diet.