There is a blue sky,
It's probably really colorless,
Insanely the lights reflect them,
On and off the surfaces of anything and everything,
It is a surreal place where even the weirdest creatures take form,
Some help, some destroy, some are like paperweights flying along the storm,
Silently sound just talks, it takes action without anyone knowing when,
It begins to make sense of every piece in place,
On top of a giant floor filled with invisible mazes,
Where some take, some give, some steal, some respect,
While some feel, some judge, some analyze, some expect,
Tuning into the frequency of inevitability,
While listening closely by the amplitudes of insanity and entropy,
Closely intertwined, it never ends the same way.