It Is a Delusion

I speculate ! I see - bewildered , I watch Imagery in my eyes - I then ponder My eyes - My pupils , they dilate I visualize - the mind paralyzes me Hypnotic - I see verbal text I wonder is there any intelligence Hence intrigued i perceive I utilize my IQ - memories surround me The vivid colors reflecting my soul I see the beauty then out yonder The beauteous visions I do then believe Capture my senses - I'm oblivious I utilize my brainwaves intensely I draw conclusions then immensely Still I speculate - I do then continue I imagine beauty through blurred vision What do I see? In this utmost view Life in a crystal of visions I'd say The ball is my aura then, per se I see future blemishes in thus my mind I am yet to discover the what will I find? My senses , see - feel - and yes then touch The creative ability to reflect I'm still intrigued with beauty of language Thus do I hear? The intellect! Delusional ? I speak with thus an I Q Communications tis this a barrier with you? Colorful in my mind ! Beauteous Be ! Speaking intelligent it flatters me.