On the road of travelling thoughts

I lost my individuality
in the crowd,
we were all
the same.

Freedom swings
on time’s rope
where mortality
roams as the killer
amongst the living.

In a poetry world
I was just a word
that ran along
a verse
to give you -
a thought.

And on that thought
I hailed
I took a ride
that came to a stop,
in the end.