Surrounded by chatter meaningless voices taking on no life, not growing close enough to truly matter
That single thought is wrought from inside a busy mind ,buzzing then blinking
Revolutions revealed then quickly covered by the layers of life then quickly shatter
Tuning in to turn on catching a wave of thoughts as they turn to foam,again rethinking

Basic beginning quickly becoming whirlwinds,people &places; bumping into times
Continuing in passing, possibly collecting in small portions,randomly puddling
Opening a new window brings stronger rushes Spiraling sounds rises then declines
A slower gap looking back, a moment then forward to groping screaming notions doubling

Fright never settles ,even with jolly Conceptions begging for more attention
Building of life despite flashes of phantoms whisking into familiar forms
Calm is often felt as a negative the pace a race forming an unseen addiction
No barrier and often the weight to great for a single carrier waiting to preform

Compared to clouds ,billowing rising with heat brought down with cool rain
Downward it came, leaving even heaving it's cleanliness awash in a confused mind
Maybe thoughts controlled by gravity all the weight taking taking a lower seat with the pain
Bewildering how many mannerisms present themselves ,then wreckage offers a new page
reluctantly we open it back up to see what we may find. R.C.