Musical Chair

With the bombardment of these thoughts,
Start.

Cruise through; feel you’re too slow?
Run.

Torn between ambivalent thoughts and judgments,
Scream.

Those precious illusions thawing in reality,
Freeze.

The strange town of tears drowning itself,
Stand still.

Visions of your insanity chasing you around your diseased dreams,
Dissolve.

The incomplete comprehension of the awfully polite and enchanting life,
Get crucified.

Finally, with a funeral of your mind,
Stop.