Imagination
The mind is full of thoughts Thoughts kindred as waves The wave which destroys citadel Citadel where our dream resides Dream shattered as glasses Glasses that cant be remould As action can’t be disentangled Words which can’t be unfix Repleted with contrition He stir in unpaved roads Gambling with his thought Thought with turns of chance With pinch of chances Chances he atrophied He stirs in roads … Carving his thoughts on breeze Breeze that flows ...flows... With breeze his thoughts flows