Wild Thoughts

Flying in my mind like a free bird

My wild thoughts slowly take over me waiting to be heard

Thoughts about myself, my future, my looks

My existence and most importantly what am I in other’s books?

Just a mere human or an extraordinary personage

I fail and fail in an attempt to shut them in a cage

A cage no one will ever open, or try to

In a hope that they will always remain buried in the blue

Yet, here I am again with the mess in my mind 

That often makes me kind, redefined, undermined

Even blind in the face of uncertainty

But somewhere inside I know that they are my strength and my identity

A power no one can estimate

And even the potential to change my fate

Thoughts can be both –strength and weakness

The only thing that matters is how you look at the mind’s scattered pieces…..