Thin thoughts become breezy spectres drifting through my consciousness in search of an identity.
Clad in God's light they come, clad in dark deceit they come, in many forms they come, different hues they assume; they journey through my consciousness to create my identity.
Through the void of a vacuum they navigate, create different realities of my soul. They belong to different worlds and no worlds at all.
My thoughts are gypsies; they're on a marvellous journey to the heart of a divine mystery!