Florin DragoČ™ Minculescu

Thoughts temple

It should be a normal day,

Sunshines were embracing the view,

And everything seems so vivid.

But then inside, 

A bunch of thoughts..,

Were making so much noise.

 

I sat and listened.

They were arguing about something.

I didn\'t quite understand.

Suddenly, one of them,

Oddly suggested to pray.

To whom, I\'ve asked myself.

I was dismayed. 

These thoughts, one at the time

They were praying to ..

A me. 

 

I was transformed.

I\'ve become a temple for my thoughts.

But this wasn\'t just right,

What could, anymore, this \"me\" to be?

It couldn\'t be, I couldn\'t be..

Be what?

 

Suddenly an immaterial touch embosoms us.

Which us?