Musings

Thoughts
are like soap bubbles
magical and enlightening
They appear free
to the chained eye
but they move at the command of the wind,
filling our minds with a momentary delight
until they softly touch a pebble
of reality
and burst
into nothingness

I wish I could trace their path
track them around, hunt them down,
cage them in an old blank sheet
never let them vanish
never let them touch
even the softest glance of reality

Yet impossible it is...
to seal their inevitable fate
permanently with ink
'cause they are bubbles;
they vanish at a blink...

-Uththara-