I am a prisoner of my thoughts

Today as I was walking to the subway station, I couln’t concentrate on the road because my mind was buzzing with thoughts.

I tried to just focus on my steps, somehow my mind could still wander. It was bizarre – I knew that I was distracted but I couldn’t resist.

This is a random, clumsy attempt amidst the mess in my head.

i am a prisoner of my thoughts
they hold me hostage for things I love
they know I get all warm and fuzzy in their arms
they feed me with illusions and fantasies

i am a prisoner of my thoughts
sometimes i wonder if
everyone is a prisoner of their thoughts
or am i just
the lonely one

i am a prisoner of my thoughts
yet i love them to no ends
because they are the best of me
they are the reality I never had

i am a prisoner of my thoughts
because in my thoughts,
i am free
free to have thoughts that I wouldn’t have elsewhere

now i wonder

if being a prisoner of one’s thoughts
is the same as being in love?

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