Strolling Mind

I took another step

On the wet greeny grass

The world was silent

But my mind was not in its place

My thoughts violent

Wandering from one place to another

Imagining things I wish never actually occur

Bringing a new life in front of my eyes

And suddenly I realise

The grass is no more green

The grass is no more wet

I am walking on glass that has turned red

My feet are bleeding

My thoughts receeding

Bringing me back to the reality

Confusing me

To either cry in pain because of the glass

Or enjoy the tickle of the wet greeny grass.

It is just another day

While on my way

I passed through a florist

Lillies on display

Those beautiful flowers

Looking puppets to my dismay

Strokes of red on white petals

Make me think of blood on their hands

As if beautiful people with lives of their own

Controlled by the master to move and dance

Snatched from them is their freedom

They have lost choice they have lost chance.

However in pain, however miserable

They bring happiness

Not only to the audience or their recipients

But also to florist and to the one controlling the cable.

I am walking in a garden

Trees lined up so beautiful

Fragrance of flowers fruiting

Those tiny little birds chirping

And as I wander about the garden

So does my mind

My imagination takes me into yet another world

The garden is now a forest

The Alley now more scary than beautiful

The wildness took over my solo fest

Standing in the forest alone

Crying my heart out

Because of the thoughts I own

Weak in the knees I fall on the ground

That is the time when I rebound

Back into the reality

To the wet green grass,

The fruiting trees

Totally confused

Whether this is merely my imagination or my insanity.