Thoughts on the move

Thoughts have hands, feet
They pick up other thoughts
Walk over cliffs and precipices
Touching fire and water
Flying with the wind
Full of lust and anger
Multiply themselves on the fly
Heat each other up
Drown, burn, sink

Thoughts wander
Erupt, lose themselves
In search of stability
Capture themselves
In the labyrinth of mirrors
In the maelstrom of external impressions
They flee with the wind
As countless grains of sand
Never come to rest

Thoughts get lost – in themselves…

DidiArtist, 06.11.2022

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