~~~Riddles in the Night~~~
Slayer of illusions
Threshold of a dream
I stand at the door of my mind
A crowd rushes out
the tiny fragments of another day gone by
I look inside the door
But an empty room
Distractions still but where and how?
I step into the room my mind is thrown out the window
Now i am watching funny thoughts, images
Puffing up like bubbles of water
In a glass called the universe
Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz
Am i just another Alka Seltzer
In an ocean of nothingness?
I wonder what's on the outside looking in?
Fred Wilson 1979