Strange thoughts

Strange are the thoughts, they at times make no sense.....
they come and go at their own good wish...leaving behind trails-memories, philosophers and mad men.

Dreams are no less strange....most make no sense the very next moment.

In one such dream
I watched Spain go up in flames,
I saw the spanish cry for rains,
I watched all beauty meet the destined end..
and then came a gust of air to take me to another world faraway...

I met Kant on my walk that evening,
and i saw the image of Julie floating in the air.

I saw a bird clipped of its wings
Crying in memory of the lost past,
and then it was smiling...
having discovered the joy of philosophy.

I travelled the world,
I travelled in space and time
But then I always found myself facing
the same old window of my house
at the end of time.