The Contradictions of a Mixed Episode

Clouds of thoughts bright and grey,

Blurred vision and a clear view,

All on a sunny cloudy day.

Flying high with a broken wing,

A hurricane while driving down a light breezy highway

All at the same time.

No rhyme no rhythym no pattern no reason no pauses no starts.

Questions answered by no one who knows.

Touch, taste, sound, sight

Four senses turn to eight.

Drunk with fear,

Endulging in apathy,

Drowning in anxiety,

Reaching for what is far gone,

All while racing for the stars.

Forever, searching for sanity.