Our greatest thoughts come in when we feel locked in our own vaults.
We either... write them down, draw them out, or keep them in.
But we make sure they aren’t forgotten
For they are fragile and must be handled with caution.
And when expressed they feel foreign.
So why do we have these “great thoughts” yet some treat them like they’re nothing but rotten.
Is it because they’re scared our thoughts hold the key To what we may believe ?
The idea just brings me a sense of uncertainty.
Makes me question your own courtesy.
Now I’m writing nervously.
Listening to the voice internally
and telling me to speak out purposely.
For my greatest thoughts will make a change perfectly.