Whispers of Mind

In minds, thoughts whirl and spin so free,
Yet in speech, often shy they be.
A paradox, indeed, it seems,
Silent hopes, like distant dreams.

We ponder, mull, and analyze,
Yet in conversation, words disguise.
A puzzle, this dilemma we face,
In the confusion between thought and grace.

Invisible threads of introspection weave,
Connecting ideas we long to believe.
Yet when unveiled to the world outside,
They often wither, like petals untied.

In mind’s expanse, ideas take flight,
Vivid thoughts, a canvas so bright.
Yet in spoken word, they fade away,
Like dusk succumbs to the end of day.

Perhaps fear and doubt constrains,
In our mind where thoughts strain.
But in the quiet space we find,
The chance to bridge heart and mind.