Sometimes, my thoughts translate into blurbs,. A part of my vocabulary, spills out,. Breaking out into a piece of prose or a an imaginative poetry….
Sometimes, my thoughts translate into action,. A part of me, performs some deeds,. Adding to my list of Karma, good or bad….
Sometimes, my thoughts translate into words,. A part of me, voices the thoughts into words,. Making it a part of my language…
Sometimes, I realise whatever I do,. Is totally in me, in my control, My writings, my actions, my language are mine, they are all just mine and I can choose them all…
My thoughts can take me on a long drive into the future,. Or they can rewind and play scenes from my past,. But I can choose the road to take or the film to watch, now and this moment, today..
A realisation dawned, and hopefully, will be fulfilled too 😊
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