Thoughts ( With Video)

Where do thoughts go

moments ago, I was thinking of you

now my head

is a battlefield, painted red

warzone, filled with white noise static

bomb blast damage

the former thoughts now just a silent attack

turning on their writer, with negative feedback

to cause him despair

they paste their words in psychological warfare

Where do thoughts traverse

when you are alone in your own private universe

where do they go, just skipping out of the room

they leave you, as so many do, alone

wishing on a shooting star

or the turn of a tarot card

for the pathway to clear

to paint an arrow pointing the direction away from fear

Where do our thoughts race?

when they disintegrate inside your head space

where do they go, floating clear through the atmosphere?

or do they settle into dust somewhere near

ready to leap out when you are at your lowest ebb

trapping you in their threads, like a giant spider’s web

to poke and prod until you are begging to be left alone

always alone, still the thoughts just hum in a monotonous drone

What happens to thoughts that fizzle out?

like a lit match that burns down to fingers of doubt

where do they go, do they become smoke that blows?

on winds, into another person’s mind, to take as their own

stolen thoughts, borrowed ideas, inspired highlights

whilst your mind sits in the dark too scared of the sights

What happens when thoughts depart

lost words told from the heart

clear mind, I find worlds inside

let them flow away, let new words become tied

like footprints fading in a snow-covered field

thoughts get covered, lost under the down falling flurry

footprints lost to all, nothing but memories

Just there for a moment then fade into history

Not to be talked of again

Just a memory, faded from empty pages of a long-lost story

Thoughts, lost memories, fragmented, predatory

They tease with insight, a chance at glory

then pull it from view as the writing clears

clawing thoughts as they are forming

tear them into strips 

forlorn, tales sit unborn

As people point at flaws in your feelings

laughing at all your so-called failings

where do the thoughts go when they need saving?

like trying to care in a world where being polite is a swear word

where caring is seen as a weakness

trying to catch words before they drift, sweeping into the darkness

become a different thought, before they shift

in a rhythmic dance acrobatic and swift

the way they morph and circle around

you must be quick to write them down

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle