Music roves forgotten recess.
Spectrum of colors lack comprehension.
Objects of undeciphered importance appear.
Landscapes with familiar distortions,
Capture dialogue of competing personas.
The decayed buildings of my past,
Meet the repainted canvases of the future.
We row the lake of dreams in ignorance,
Lost in erratic, impulsive winds.
Hurricanes look tame in comparison.
Sometimes I find delight,
Finding impossible pleasures,
Discovering new insights,
Solving complex problems.
I have conversed with deceased relatives,
Witnessed black horrors,
Screamed in unsolicited howls,
Awoke in unhealthy shivers,
Breached chaotic doors.
Who directs the movies of my mind?
I am an actor without knowledge of the script!