Journey of a Thought

As I walked down the lane, A thought crept across the busy brain. It’s naked. It’s shameless. It’s peculiar. It’s restless. Will it survive for long, or Will it flutter its wings and escape? Will it rush like careless babies, or Will it keep playing with its long-lost cousins? Will it struggle to know the world around, or Will it introduce me to a whole new world? Will it create a difference on life’s stage, or Will it bleed blue across a blank page? Will it shape up in a revolutionary idea, or Will it find refuge in the corners of memory lane?
Note: This was shared on 6th July 2015