Head Games

The brain functions like a chef's cooking utensil blending and mixing dream from reality. Colors bleed and fade with surroundings tangible yet so close they are far away and distant. The mind blurs and focuses in swirls of what is there or not. Expressionless the muscles of the face, vex by what it thinks should be seen. A thousand random thoughts race wanting yet unable to speak of the reality or the dream of being alive. Living is a thought process verbalized by language learned in school but not everything taught is complete. The eyes now therein lies the truth revealing to the head what is or isn't there. The heart holds steady beats unsure of what the head is feeling, seeing, desiring. The self plays the head games well.