The thoughts in my head

Circle around my mind

like a rocket,

racing to each star in the universe

With vigor and exuberance—

reaching for eternity.

A beautiful creation.

A fire in a dark cave.

A light at the end of the tunnel.

When these thoughts roam my mind,

I become free.

Floating in an ever-changing reality of imagination.

Yet why is freedom accompanied by suffocation?

Trapped with the thoughts of destruction.

Dejection.

Death.

So as my mind wanders,

entering this bottomless abyss.

At times I ponder whether I should restrict.

Should I stop?

Hinder my imagination?

Put chains on my train of thought?

Or let it journey on?

Reaping the consequences of freedom,

if there is such a thing.

My consciousness deciphers between the two,

and yet in choice I never know which.

Do I bask in the comfort of prudence,

or let freedom leave me bewitched.