Going on

Tinkling steps along

To the mind's songs

Walking many furlongs

Trying to stay strong.

Shying away from the shouting throngs

That gather all around

Jostling screeching inane words

Flapping like mindless birds

Minds crazily wired

To listen to them makes me tired.

I stop to think

And I blink

These are the tingles and tangles of my mind

that jangle in all the time

No escape from them anytime soon

Running in circles around my imaginary moon

I hope to come to my senses soon.

So I tingle and tickle

my good sense prickles

My brain pickled and fickle

All over I feel tickles

All these words come out trickling

Running into a wall of thoughtless bricks

l beat on it with mindless sticks

the end of this is not so slick

what end would you pick?