My thoughts they circulate
percolate,
evaporate.
Then where do they go?
Do thy travel fast or slow?
Are they dispersed on the breeze,
by a virtual sneeze,
to fly over the trees?
Does ecstasy go further,
or misery sink lower
how far do my tears flow?
Do they reach the seas,
with the greatest of ease,
or do they get trapped in the paraphernalia
of my suburban existence.
Kathy lovely comment !