They say Thoughts run Wild
Your lucky to catch one in the Jungles of the Mind
Lucky to trap
Lucky to cage
The more artistic, creative forms of ourselves
Some people seek to hold on to Thoughts
Within their little hands, they plan to explore the purpose and meaning
Of Wild Thoughts
But find nothing
No purpose
No meaning
No spark
No ideas
People expect to find wealth in the deprived Wild Thought
Stripped from its Natural Habitat
Held between the cracks of the fingers
Dimmed in the close hands
The beauty of the Wild Thought
Is in the way it runs
Way it flies
Way it crawls
Way it Climbs
There you find the riches of the Wild Thought
There you sit
Watch
Observe
What the Thought has to offer with pencil and paper