Wild Thoughts

you sit by a river of flooding ideas
and watch your thoughts run wild

you lend your limbs to the wind
and with the wings of many eagles
you take your flight into distant ‘what-if-lands’

silence shut out the voices that beckon
to distract your peak focus
from off the eye of the bull

shoot, you must!
so on and on, you daydream
of realities

you exhale
and shun the desires that flaw
tomorrow’s bliss with doubt traps

suddenly, you yield
you flop
you are carried by the wind downwards

your mouth...