My thoughts are flying away,
to distant realms,
I leap to catch them and hold them close,
reflecting my essence they are mine to hold.
How wrong was I!
Failing to rein them in,
I surrender to them,
and let them fly away,
So far out to the horizon,
living my dreams on their cushy wings.
Hurtling away at rapid speed,
I pull them back to linger,
as I want to devour,
a kaleidoscope of dreams in riotous colours,
They unleash on me.
Some leading to wonderous laughter,
some ending in heartfelt sadness,
each carry part of my life,
each define reasons for living.
I enjoy each of my soiree,
On wings of thoughts.