From a lions mouth to the stars in the sky..

Thoughts. They run through our heads like the fishes in the sea. Unlimited they say, no expiration and no hassle. Like a never ending maze, a trail you cant seem to just walk away from because its there. You cant climb over the walls, or the tall trees that form the maze. A labyrinth that traps you there and for what seems like hours you see the view changes. Now your in a tunnel heading for what seems like light and for who seems like people. But its just a picture painted on a wall, just a glimpse of what possibly could've been there. You go to turn around and the view again changes. Changes to a field of grass and scattered daisies. A wonderful sunset that reflects off the lake. How did the lake get there? Its forming lily pads and dragonflies. Do you understand thought? You can wander down Memory Lane literally if you can shape it in your mind. Thoughts of movement, of the trees outside shaking back and forth with the endless wind. Then donuts fall from the sky, pelting people on the head, leaving icing all over the cars that sit out in the open as if relaxing and enjoying a break. People around you fade into creatures, big, dark and mean. Their teeth yellow and sharp as if in a state of coffee slumber and nicotine stains. Big red eyes that follow me like the back lights of cars on the freeway. Then with a snap of your finger tips they are gone. A wave of smoke just drifting by the lake that seems to stand still with elegance until a little frog happens to jump from a lily pad to the water. Lovely I must say. You roll around in the grass that seems to hide you in what looks like a green blanket until your buried in the sand with only your head sticking out. Where you happen to be now is on a beach, a private beach from what it looks like. Your trapped under the layers of sand that hold you down like chains. A dog runs up, a shaggy dog of course with his tongue flapping in the wind while he runs towards you. He starts digging. Did you think him up? Or was he just there? Your out of the sand now. Walking with the dog, and tossing twigs and rocks into the ocean sending the dog you now named Fluffy running into the water and doggy paddling until he found the twig that just so happens to be paperclip sized. You just run into all these things in your mind. You don't know their there until you just start thinking or stare at a blank wall. Pen and paper. You just expect all these things from your mind, but until you start using your imagination there are all these things you can do, can see, can write about. Its the stuff in the back of your mind. Until the view changes and instead of walking up stairs that headed to the stars that seem to be calling out your name in tiny whispers as they race across the sky, your sitting there, breathing nothing but air, your in school or at home. And boom, you realize that wasn't real..
Epic huh?