The Thinker

[Adhen Surrain]

The Thinking

Several worlds of several kinds,
In his mind the thinker finds.
Unaware of the world of man,
Among the stars, he lives with his clan.
And what is known to you?
About his clan, they are the dwellers of heart and mind too.
He moves with the wind here and there,
The most different, the learner of air.
And drowned in the ocean of thought.
That's his attitude all about.

His world is composed with his longings
Adorned by extraordinary thinkings.
And all those what he wished to be,
Were placed for his clan to see.
The people of land call him insane.
Unknown of the thousand world in some dark lane.
He loves to be heard as a insane lover.
Finding the pleasure of his lord forever.
He is the lover of his maker.
And called him the destiny maker.

Sometimes in the darkness of night.
When he comes out in the lone sight.
Leaving the city light very far
Being called by the lord of the winds and the star.
The music, the bird, and the wild;
The meadow, the bird and even a child.
For him they were the different companies,
To think, beside a river under the trees.
To him, there are relation between everything
And reason for every happening.

The thinker finds hints in star that dies,
In rocks, in clouds and everything on his way, that lies.
He lives in thousand worlds or more.
The door to go there is a round vast floor.
When he felt bore with nothing in mind.
He departs to the city light for ideas to find.
In search of person of his interest.
With different skill, different thoughts and for the best.
All among his company of men, never stay
With the amateur of the barren way.

He wanders for stories that surround
All over the world with no bound.
As a wanderer in search of gold.
He wanders for stories of present and old.
When he find those, that
Touched his heart with great impact.
He creates a new world again.
And lost in a room in his brain.
Unaware of the storms that occured,
He continued singing his lord's word.

The thinker died in the love of one,
To whom he ask and else none.
The people of land never know what the thinker thought.
What was his world all about?
The lovers of lord are fool from out.
What they know whose love theyh'd caught.
They never feel the joy of pain.
Until they recognize the god of rain.
The most wise or an exploring king.
None can make out the thinking.

The difference in lover and others, that they are
And others claim to be that star.

[emmadickson]

This lovely, you could go even further with this but I'm not a professional so don't ask me ??

[Ashley 1820]

Hey...that's really cool!I.mean it's really good.I love it. To be frank, I have some similarities with our thinker. I love it...

[Adhen Surrain]

Thank you Ashley,
I haven't guessed it is so nice. But it is good you like it. I wrote it when i was 13. And so i'm not a native english writer, i welcome suggestions.