To He Who Asked Me Why Do I Think Deep

To he who asked me why do I think deep: Thoughts pile up One over the other Forming guarding angels at times of despair Forming misguiding demons at times of pleasure Irony, I know, but this is the wisdom The vision Be it in the party or In the gore What I love is to write it off Dancing with the rhythm of words Crying off the agony Being lost in the ecstasy Know my friend There is a way out and A different way in Thoughts pile up One over the other I make my banquet ready! -puvi- (24/10/2015)