Thought World

If all my thoughts were brought to life on a paper
It would be a chaos
All the words solely would be of meaning
But together the meaning would be lost

Some thoughts would burn the paper
Some would wash it away
Some would run to the darkness
Some would be caged away
Some would rebel, fight or fly towards the sky
Some would fall, kill or just turn away

Expressing their state as a trapped souls
The borders of harsh, dense world locks them
Only a few could see them through the eyes
Some managed to make to the surface of the face

They would be like people
Each one different from another
Each one would lead to a different path
Each in a different journey

Like billions of stars in universe
In a cycle of birth and death
They light up within myself
And yet they remain in darkness