The observation of trafficked thoughts.

ON A DARK, DESERT HIGHWAY,
COOL WIND IN MY HAIR.....

On the highway of travelled thoughts,

lost thoughts lie as road kill

picked by black crows;

black holes for memories lost.

Below the bridge of internal knowledge

a discarded thought leans on the cranial wall,

a cup of hope in hand,

waiting for a second chance,

knowing all too well,

he'll disappear soon.

Above, angry thoughts weave in and out of logic,

while in pursuit, the thought police patrol

try to restore calm and common sense.

Still, the quest for attention continues

in the hustle bustle, peak hour 

where thoughts like black ants

form lines of communication.

Meanwhile, sirens go off

as the thought police

find another rogue thought

while love clogs up

the airways in song.

It's business as usual

in the mind's chamber

of today's trafficked thoughts.

Who knows what tomorrow brings.

FOR SOME OF US,

LIFE IS TOO SHORT

WHEN YEARS HAVE TO BE LIVED IN MINUTES,
AND WE DREAM OF A SECOND CHANCE.....

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We sure do Andrew.
"FOR SOME OF US,
LIFE IS TOO SHORT
WHEN YEARS HAVE TO BE LIVED IN MINUTES,
AND WE DREAM OF A SECOND CHANCE....."
I liked the above lines. Our mind can become wild and dangerous. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

They are words from a song John by Skyhooks called A point in the distance. One of my favourites. Check it out on YouTube.

[Sami Khalil]

This was so creative; the mafia of trafficked thoughts are active even in Australia; give chase before they run away; give them tickets then lock them up; might be on the nightly news along with Gaza.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Sami for your kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir.