Thoughts are us

If thoughts are sculptor
which shape our life
I wonder which one
has shaped mine

The mind is at work
when no one is
So many thoughts
can just settle in

Of all of it
which one is the 'One'
I wish i could
just think again.

Mind, body and soul

The silence within
cries to be heard
The lonely soul
travels forlorn

The mind is away
on a vagabond stroll
thinks somethin'
and then again

Loved by all
yet not enough
Among people
and still alone