My Sixth Sense

Now my sixth sense is busy; Finding the meaning of all the work and existence around it, As the bees keep collecting honey all the time, They come to me, sometimes as darkness and sometimes as shines, Sometimes they are motionless and sometimes they are moving; They beep with the rhythm of dance in my ears, As the spring comes to nature , Who knows their pure dance? I am in my sixth sense; They send me messages almost, All words, shapes, colors and silences and say 'we are with you', They will never leave me alone? What kind of woe is inside me, I'm going to cross everything, I'll crumble them all, My sixth sense is really very expensive.