A dot- Athought
A thought is but a dot in the fabric of time, How powerful can a dot be? A thought is but a whisper in the din of space, How loud can a whisper be? But why wont it fade, why wont it get drowned? Why is it an indelible stain that spreads unchecked? Why does in linger in the air long after the sunset? When the questions galore filled my mind, I looked within to see what I could find. Where does the thought start? What is its path? Its ferocious energy can spark a revolution Yet its deep empathy can light an inspiration As I searched, I found a seed, an egg and a bird. A thought is a seed waiting to be find its tree, It feeds on the ground left fertile by feelings, Taking its shape and form with what is there, Feelings that fleet away letting the thoughts linger. A thought is a bird hidden in its egg, It looks for sustenance within to grow stronger, To survive for is stint in the world beyond Sucking its energy fro