Where do our thoughts go?

Where do our thoughts go?
After we've thought them?
What happens to their waves?
Do they just disappear in a puff of smoke?
Or do they continue on through snow white clouds?
How do they manage to escape their bounds?
Of tissue, cell and lumpy brain?
Do they echo on into outer space?
Where do our thoughts go?
When they do pass on?
What frequency is used to catapult?
The power that was once that little spark?
Of neurons and synapses in our thinking minds?
What of their journey into the immediate past?
Do they just fly away?
Like fireflies in the night?
Do they ricochet and go to play?
Do they get answers from like minds?
Where do our thoughts go?
What happens in the skies?
Are they attracted to satellites?
Up in those blackest of night skies?
Do stars in their trajectories
In that vast, incomprehensible, glittering array?
Catch them as they disappear and sail away?
Where do our thoughts go?
Do they just dissipate and fade?
Are they alive and bright as they go?
How do they react when we let them go?
Where do our thoughts go?
Do they live on forever, no matter what?
Do they keep on going up and up on wings of wax?
Like Icarus and Daedalus in ancient mythic tales?
Until they reach the sun?
Where do our thoughts go?
As we think them; then silently let them go?
How are they accounted for?
Do they go to a far off wonderland?
Do they dream and hope of solace?
As they travel so deep into outer space?
Where do our thoughts go?
Do they ever arrive late?
Do they reach the speed of light?
Where do they end up in that starry night?
Are they caught up in some alien child's playful net?
Like earthly butterflies?
Or do they just bounce around like sound waves?
And congregate en masse?
In the brightest of starry clusters in The Milky Way?
Are they attracted like moths unto that flame?
Where do our thoughts end up?
Do they get harvested? Like ripened super crops?
Does someone make a massive cake?
Full of thoughts, dreams and their like?
Do they become a giant party sized meal?
Like angel's food cake up in heaven?
For all the cherubim and angels of light?
Do they taste sweet and tart and creamy?
Like spaced-out lemon meringue pie?
Do they join their best friends; dreams?
Or do they just give up and die?
I've often wondered and pondered their lives!
I know it seems a little weird!
But tell me! What is their fate?