Being somewhere else in the past or future…

Being in the boxed reality…

Don’t even notice what surrounds you,

Mind runs gazillion miles an hour…

Your body can’t be that fast, it can’t follow speed of thought…

Are those thoughts are yours?

Where they come from?

Is there thought generating machines?

The thoughts and ideas pull you into many sides,

As if each of them have leash on your neck,

Thoughts that want to own you…

Are you a slave of thoughts?

Many deep breaths in and out…

So you may see through thoughts…

And there is a road leading somewhere,

Where thoughts don’t go…

There are no words there…

Words are sharp, they cut through,

Words are not personal,

You make it personal…

So, what you going to do or not do RIGHT NOW?

Are you influenced by words?

What words?

Clear your mind…

Deep breath in and out…

Till your mind is clear…

Then make decisions…

 

© laura ciciskinaite