Thoughts.

Thoughts like water,  fall easily.

Slow, the drops, unaware, but at bliss.

There is nothing to guide, and lost are they,

the thoughts that seek, a home to return.

Questions follow the answers met.

Hopeful, but futile. An unending journey.

The kaleidoscopic world, a labyrinth.

Thoughts pulled closer, sinking in,

even as they try to break away.