Invisible Enigma

Suspended streams caught in slow motion thick and sparkling silver white Yellow walls to swallow oceans Let me know that you're all right Feet gone green- You're in a hurry Super nova speed and back Like the super sliding feeling of your brain in full attack You, perhaps, have flown to London You, perhaps, reside in Spain All I have this photograph of is the inside of your brain You, perhaps, can dance the tango You, perhaps, like oatmeal too I don't know the outer innards What has now become of you? Feet on wheels, You've met the deadline Whooshing past with feeble heart Tucking words I spoke in sadness in your pockets, to impart suspended streams caught in slow motion filling all you think and do All I have is certain knowledge that I know nothing of you...