Eh?

transported to another time, in my hand a bouqet

and all around us are the juxtaposed scenes of bombay.

an urgent message inside me is trying to convey

words without content to express my dismay.

appearing now, the cheshire cat, who's job is defray

all of the preconceived expressions of head-game ballet

realization! ah ha, but... now your face, suddenly gray?

i'll forever be stuck in this cirque'du'soleil.

a deep breath... collection of the thoughts led astray

but they slip in my hands and then fall back away

unable to reconstruct what is quickly decay,

i'm not left with much else but to simply obey.

so easy, it is, to expound with unlimited persistence,

now back to the insignificant, directionless existence.