Thoughts... Poem by A Solitary Vagabound

He loved to sit on the rocks in front of the ocean,
beers by his side and cigs in his hands.
He loved to sit and think.
Falling down a spiral as the thoughts spiraled up in his mind,
almost pushing it to the limits.
The thoughts which would be a conscious crime or a sub conscious innocence.
He had been a frequent trespasser of the border between sanity and insanity.
He liked to watch the black night sky filled with stars in a backdropp of
loud sound of thundering waves, almost making it surreal...

I would love to be in his place,
to think like he thought,
to dream like he dreamed,
to live like he lived
and to die like he died.
But i am afraid, this fear is wearing me down, eating me from inside.
I wish I was strong enough like him to face the fears like he did.
But I am just not that brave.
May be some day I will be, and I will watch the stars and the huge black gaps between them.
Thinking beyond the limits... Trying to fill the gaps instead of making shapes in stars...
Filling these gaps with vivid imaginations, imagining colors which are out of spectrum, imaginations portraying geometry which even Euclid couldn't have thought of...
may be...