where thoughts lie

sometimes,
spinning like a moth
in a trance,
held by the flames
of an overpowering thought,
I carry a cross
to bear for the world,
bleeding, flaunting
this martyrdom,
for the sake of humanity,
for a better world
only I can see.

sometimes,
resting in a hammock
stretched between two poles,
holding me in their tug,
I close my eyes to the sky
taking me on mindless trips,
I close the enticing book
waiting upon my chest,
and slip into that surreal space
where thoughts simply lie,
without a care
in and of this world.