Old Thoughts – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Deep roots of ancient trees,

Buried in the earth’s crust,

Coiled and tangled, they spread,

Feeding on darkness and decay.

Old thoughts, like these roots,

Run deep and endless,

A continuous influence on perception,

Flowing from the depths of darkness.

From the shadows they rise,

Twisted and gnarled,

Shaping our reality,

And the world we see before us.

We try to pull them up,

To dig them out and be rid,

But they resist and persist,

These old thoughts, like ancient trees.

So we learn to live with them,

To accept their presence,

To acknowledge the power they hold,

And the role they play in our lives.

For without these deep roots,

And the darkness they feed on,

We would be but shallow beings,

Lacking the depth and complexity,

That make us who we are.