Ruptured blood vessels

Whirling spins in a neon cloud,

Colors flicker, then turn inside out.

Lost in the maze of my own mind,

What am I? Who's left to find?

Drifting through a syrupy sky,

Questions dancing, waves pass by.

My head's a balloon, floating too high,

Sinking in a sea of pie and rye.

Blur, blur, who’s that I see?

Spinning around, just want to be free.

Echoes whisper in a tangled tune,

Sick, tired, beneath the moon.

Flicker, fade, lost and dazed,

Colors bleeding, senses phased.

What’s real? What’s a dream?

Nothing’s quite as it seems.

Silly hats and ticking clocks,

Hallucinating on paradox rocks.

I’m a shadow, a flickering light,

Dizzy, dazed, through the night.

Spinning, falling, can’t tell day or night,

A psychedelic flight from sober sight.

Hold the chaos, breathe in slow,

Where am I? Don’t want to go.