And you?

My mind-
a spinning cartwheel
through a labyrinth
with no dead ends:
conection to connection
like sunday paper dots for kids.
On and on,
every second I enter a new room
flooded with bouncing words
and restless figures that pelt like rainbow snow.
And I wonder:
had I the power to peel off your facade,
what would I find?


Crushed

I sit upon clouds
cross-legged
comfy

until I look up
and see stars shinning
muffling my pride