The Void of Thought

Is the road ever empty, I wonder?
The road I walk, with nothing in sight
Except walls and walls of tunneling darkness
And a sky made of infinity,
Where weight is lost, all is lost
Is it empty still?

Out of the wild emptiness, take birth
Colourful clouds brimming with imagination
Out of whose wombs, are castles born
And reveries of adventure, beyond raging mounts
Flowing seas do dreams adorn.

A forceful aura, a giant aura
Of forceful thought, mighty will
Sprinkles light on my dilemma...
With thought as vast as boundlessness,
Nothing is empty
Empty is nothing.