Brain Food

Rolling down streets full of cars, taking people into realms of other dimensions, feeling their ways in foggy mists of yesterday's memories. Being aloft for moments in time, never being spoken about, only set in rhymes one after another. Catching phrases of intellect as they fall quickly into tasty morsels of food for the brain. Sounding boards of talent are always turned on and focused intuitively on basics of life. Entering depths of abandoning detachment, awaiting the inevitable pressure of lonely emptiness in it's fathomless pits of hell. Other sides of the thought are being entertained and put to sleep in astounding avenues of becoming verses. Only awakening when the poems are being read by one other than who's written it in depths of poetical mysteries. Solace placating every idea as it rests in plentiful ease of forsaken essences of the past. No one any wiser as it sails around, never alighting in any cove of purpose.