Thoughts Never Rot...

Thoughts Never Rot

Thoughts never rot, they drift and gleam,
Like stars that burn in a midnight dream.
Buried deep or flying high,
They whisper truths that never die.

Time may fade the written word,
Voices lost may not be heard.
But silent thoughts, once born in fire,
Still pulse with breath, still spark desire.

They wait in shadows, calm, unseen,
In dusty corners or fields of green.
And when the world forgets its way,
These thoughts return to light the day.

Ideas endure, through storm and drought,
They bloom again when faith runs out.
No rust, no mold, no creeping rot—
For minds may falter, but thoughts do not.

So think with courage, let them rise,
Like phoenix wings across the skies.
What’s once conceived in soul and heart,
Becomes forever, a living art.