Thoughts

River of thought flowing through this lonely town,

Scared of the water but I still want to drown.

This river of thought is just like the sea,

The surface seems shallow, but is deep underneath.

Trying my best to keep my head afloat,

Who knew thinking was this dangerous a sport.

The water seems warm but then it feels cold,

As I get a glimpse of the stories untold.

My thoughts like drugs,

Seem soothing but kill.

The moment I'm alone,

My secrets will spill.

Is my mind a friend or an enemy,

I can't decide.

Entering my bitter sweet fantasy,

As I leave reality behind.

My thoughts are quicksand,

So easily do I sink.

I wonder if I think to live,

Or I live to think.

My thoughts feed my future,

They also feed my demise.

My mind is my judge, my jury,

It is where my fate lies.

I could crib and cry,

On why I got this hurtful blessing.

Or I could enjoy and embrace it,

Maybe it's an art that just needs expressing.

I've come to realise that this river never ends,

So why not be optimistic and exploit all the sadness?

I should just breathe and enjoy this escapade,

The escapade being all this beauty behind the madness.