No Sense, Nonsense

Silly is, as silly seems, silly things, in all my dreams. Rustic fences, painted blue, solid walls I walk right through. Silly sausage, silly soul all emerging from a hole. Spirits fighting for their right to be set free, at dead of night. No sense, nonsense, side by side. join me on this senseless ride. Brain corrupted, disarrayed thoughts erratically displayed. Night time sent, to give us rest, order tumbled and distressed. Sleep refreshes all who fall as chaos drains the daylight's call. Consciousness climbs with the sun to drag us back from night time’s fun. The slumber that releases pain helps us make sense of life's small game. Ivor G Davies