Words

If a word is just a name
Without a definition
Then are the letters a cause for space
For endless speculation?

Like the universe between the lines
Of a thinker’s execution
Each chosen story revolves in truths
And neurons in expansion.

In this sky we’re wandering
The clouds will pass by slowly
Yet our feet will always remained fixed
Within this dome we’re living.

image

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s