The Planet Of Thoughts We Call Our Head
What sets our
Minds to
Be
So
Free?
It is our thoughts,
Floating
In
Our
Heads,
Endlessly.
We ponder,
And
So too,
Just yonder,
Do people
We may never
Meet,
Have never met,
And
Shall
Always
Remember,
Subconsciously.
It is the idea
That our thoughts
Are
Sporadic,
And our mind
Is infinite,
That makes
The finite
Realm
Of our
Existence
All the more
Exciting.
To endlessly think
Seems like a burden
Of
Fate,
But it is this
Destiny
That makes us
Forge
Our
Memories
On a
Slate.
Our heads make
Quite
The
Cookie
Jar.
When a soul
Embarks on its
Journey,
It needs
A
Plane
To
Fly
Far.
Our bodies
Are
Vessels
For the soul’s
Embrace.
Where will you fly,
And how high will
Your mind
Take you?
What are your thoughts
That shall make you
Touch
The
Sky?
In the planet of thoughts
We call our head,
Our life
Will be
Extraordinary.
No two planets
Are quite the same,
And that’s what makes this
Galaxy
Of
Brains,
Far
From
Lame.
Because the imaginary
Can become
Reality,
And our reality
Is constructed by
The
Imagery of
Our
Imagination.
Never stop dreaming,
Never stop doing,
The world is filled with
Dreamers,
And a lot is left to be
Doing.
