Wayward Thoughts

Wayward thoughts in my head drift off like pillowy clouds over the horizon,

They trickle to the unformed earth, planting seeds of newness,

I watched for thousands of years as my dreams began to manifest,

There were trees, streams, beings and other things,

Light allowed these things to grow,

And night allowed them to rest.

Wayward thoughts soon became a world based on my dreams,

I allowed myself to dream and look what has become,

A world full of opportunities and beauties,

I am the God of these thoughts, the God of this new earth,

From wayward to purposeful,

I have given life, unintentionally.

By Badilisho

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