Where does an innocent and pure thought go when it is pushed away?

I have absurd theories you know
It floats in the air, till you catch it again? Or is it gets refined or polluted ?
Polluted by opinions,
Jumbled by judgements,
Rectified with other ingredients like
taboos and hesitations.
The most twisted it gets by the friendlier advices.
The advises of people who care too much, and people who care too little.
In the end the same innocent and pure thought comes back again, now -
It is hard to interpret, coated with layers of unfamiliar inhibitions.
The once pure thought is now tainted and it feels haunted
By so many rules, and precautionary tales from society- it's painfully twisted.
It is twisted, how we loose our million original thoughts into the cautionary tales of doom , gloom of rules and regulations.

Everything feels structured and caged
Cause my thoughts are foreign, wounded and strange.



© Chandreyee K.
@Writco