Many are the thoughts that run through this mind.
These thoughts, though scattered, are however, refined.
Scattered thoughts of Life,
Of making more Money.
Of this world
Or the illusions created in the dream world.
These scattered thoughts come with uncertainty,
Of delivery and comprehension.
They come with fear,
Of feelings that would be hurt and hearts that would be broken.
So in a beautiful white glass jar, they are kept,
Hidden or trapped maybe, with more of such added each passing minute.
This glass jar would get full someday……
then these thoughts must be set free.
Or it could break,
& have its contents scattered all over the globe.