Are our thoughts just abstract concepts
Intangible until we write them down?
Then as we keenly press pen to paper to free them
As we bring them to life and make them tangible
Are they grateful that we are doing so?
Are they happy with this so called freedom?
Or do they feel they have traded their liberty
For ink-chains and parallel cell-bars?
Do they rail against this bondage?
Do they chafe at their paper prison?
Until we hear their impassioned pleas
Making us realise we have done wrong
Then we do what we should have always done.
We speak and free our thoughts from their A4 cells.
Releasing them into the air where happily they dart
Like spectres, intangible again and free.
Sometimes when I’m stuck for an idea I just open the dictionary at a random page and see what pops up. Yes I could be cheating but don’t you think if I was I might have chosen an easier word then intangible? 🙂
Why not give the dictionary challenge a go yourself?