A thought

A thought visits
The village of crossed roads
At the edge of sanity land
A thought visits
On the back of a breathe
Who is breathing in chocking existence.

A wiseman sits at the edge
Of a volcano counts his beads
The number varies every time
It depends on the hour
And the trends in belief
There are a thousand folds thousands
Of schools of thoughts
A thought visits
They are all become redundant!

A thought visits
And returns
A mind restless
The volcano erupts
And the village burns
A house remains
A thought visits lonely
And returns
The restless mind remains.

June 26, 2017

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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