Wonderings

A cacophony of thoughts are my companions now

A symphony of rhythm fills my senses in its sound

A collage of neon colors blind my eyes in rosy lenses

A lunacy of sensations cloud the air and fill my senses

My thoughts rule my actions and so to them I must appeal

Against the miry evils my mind must I seal

Words naught but for thought

My judgements still concur 

But still time waits not for me

What kind of fools will we turn out to be?