The Thoughts in My Head

Archith Seshadri The thoughts in my head Circle around my mind like a rocket, racing to each star in the universe With vigor and exuberance— reaching for eternity.

A beautiful creation.

A fre in a dark cave.

A light at the end of the tunnel.

When these thoughts roam my mind, I become free. Floating in an ever-changing reality of imagination. Yet why is freedom accompanied by sufocation? Trapped with the thoughts of destruction. Dejection. Death. So as my mind wanders, entering this bottomless abyss. At times I ponder whether I should restrict. Should I stop? Hinder my imagination? Put chains on my train of thought? Or let it journey on?

Reaping the consequences of freedom, if there is such a thing. My consciousness deciphers between the two, and yet in choice I never know which. Do I bask in the comfort of prudence, or let freedom leave me bewitched?