It’s unnerving how powerful things under the surface are,
things all people share
but communicate only through pursed lips about.
I am continually blurred with thoughts
that flow through my mind.
It’s like I’m running
and not knowing what for
or why.
And when I am
where will I be then?
Maybe there is no destination,
only a constant motion
of running thoughts
that can only be seen as vacant vessels.
With cargo that we can’t label,
understanding that we’re unable
to know of it’s true end,
if any.
But then I feel someone around me,
like I’m having a conversation
with a ghost or a memory.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Do you have the answer
to all these drifting thoughts?
It’s like talking to someone
but not knowing their response.
Maybe these are questions
not meant to be answered.
But how can I guide myself
without a sense of direction.
I guess this is what people mean
when they say life’s unpredictable.
Our thoughts are unpredictable.
We are shaped by them,
what we think we become
and without knowing their meaning
can create or destroy.
It’s unnerving how powerful things under the surface are.