The Subconscious Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Thoughts popping in and out of existence
Temporarily ignited
Momentarily illuminated
But nothing is formed
The hands of consciousness
Waiting eagerly
To catch a bright thought
To steal the dream
And reveal the secret of life
Wisdom has a home
Inside the subconscious mind
Nestled between the real and the unreal
The subconscious is a garden
Where knowledge grows
Beautiful flowery dreams
And fierce nightmares emerge
From the fertile untamed mind
Some thoughts grow tall
Reaching the skies
Consciousness
A dark underworld
Carried inside the mind
A secret orchard
Hidden inside the mind
A beautiful factory
Fortified and concealed
A rich mine
Where thoughts are excavated
The subconscious