Thoughts Take Flight
When my thoughts take flight, I feel alive.
Discovering my own hearts so I can survive.
My mind clouds with ideas scattered.
Yet these thoughts are not tattered.
Ink to a page, words to my lips.
Letting the ideas from my fingertips slip.
Worlds never told, existing.
Thoughts always assisting.
To put it simply, it's expression.
Writing is my obession.
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