Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings- always darker, simpler and emptier.
–Friedrich Nietzsche
In wishful thinking I indulge
Dreaming of what I can’t divulge
Thoughts that boundaries explore
Of societal norms, pushing for more
Skirting scandalous domain
With power to inflict pain
Thoughts that when transformed
Into words can drop some bombs
Thoughts that are best confined
To remote corners of my mind
How would things be, I wonder
If all our thoughts buried deep under
Could find tangible expression
How it would cause a sensation
The power of the mind unleashed
Could threaten our lives’ fabric indeed
The filters that are set by us
Are meant as protection from chaos
Chaos that the world would fall in
If each of us decided to listen
To the clamor of thoughts that reside
In the recesses where our demons hide
We battle our minds, we agonize
Voicing unfiltered thoughts is unwise
Dreams pitch in with their solutions
When conscious thought has no resolution
When we wake up, rationality returns
Banishing dark thoughts to hidden demons.
Passion...unbridled 