A thought is ephemeral
It's only binding
Is that of the one
Who thinks it

A thought is a weapon
It is sharp
It is fast
It is as hot and it is indifferent
To those it strikes
Or kills

A thought is you
Me
Her
Him
Your dearest loved one
Your greatest enemy
No one
At all

A thought is the thing
You tell convince yourself
Your living for
Breathing for
Fighting for
Working for
Eventually will die for

A thought
Is the abstract of an objective
You know
In your hearts of heart

Will not fullfil you

Will not complete you

Will not finish you

Human beings
By design
Are clipped of our wings

We were throttled down to earth
We were left to die in the sands of the desert
The beaches and
The death valleys
We were born abandoned

Left only with ourselves

A thought is your neighbor
Who you smile to in the morning
As you get into your car

Grinning through the sludge we are

Smiling through the destruction

Giddy in our descension

A thought is a just a thought
As a life is just a life

What births a meaning
A purpose
A reason

Binding the sinews to the bone
Stirring the blood from within
Pregnant with that of two heart beats
Hot by the sun and never cold

Is action

What action?

You tell me.