What if my thoughts
Are rocks dropped
From heavens lot
To pop, or like candy,
Are they shared in a field of daisies
Surrounded by an oasis of ladies,
Shrouded in a mist of maybe?
It would be cloudy when I'm lazy
Or hazy, or they could be crazy
Like mice on a wheel,
A cubicle of ice
Set a light
To the cycle of fickle feels
Ending in the icicle of life.
Is it a double headed snake?
Headed by the snake of late,
Hidden in the lake of reason,
Is the ever changing season,
Its emotional treason!