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.