My thoughts like light
they flow and hit the
prism of the mind, where
once there was indiscriminate
thoughts now they collide.

They branch of to be a dense
thought a colour of emotion,
of ideas and moments of thought
turned vocal, no longer a
a thought words spoken from
what they were before.

Random is the incoherent thought,
until they hit the prism of the mind,
which colour will be released. An
emotion, a tear released or a solid
thought, for all must pass the prism
to become a solid thought.