if the thoughts were confined never been aligned with your path defined
the dreams could be tamed their flights could be restained and the boundaries, maintained
the desires could be guided at the will, subsided within the heart, resided
could pause my footstep from your doorstep an obvious misstep
the lines of untamed destiny would never have a harmony with an elusive symphony
the life would never have your footprints on the life's blue print permanent and so distinct
then i would have never lived for you lost myself to you or thought of you
never.....
You are what you think...Just a thought turns into dream and then arises the desire which causes the action and creates the destiny.... That's the life now