Delusions

A thousand bees never settling down buzzed within his head Their confused drone, into a ruffled rumble grew, lengthening into frenzied drum beats, taking the might of roaring waves or gaining the momentum of a plane, prior to take off. Mind lacking coordination Limbs receiving discordant commands He suddenly hurtled in to the streets Stepping out from regimented norms And breaking loose the tether of reason, Never walking, never running But scuttling from side to side Like a piece of drift wood over the current. Hearing the cawing of a crow Suddenly, he into a prophet grew Stood with arms outstretched waiting for the crumb of bread to be dropped in the manner Elijah was fed by the raven in his lonesome cave. Seeing the audience swelling bigger He was enthused, greatly cheered The riff- raff and the scraps Swarmed around to see the show. Mounting the steps to the pulpit, In unfaltering voice And with fire in his words, To the congregation, surveying him with fun and sneer, He thundered……… "The Doom's day is near" With finality in his tone, he said "Repent and flee from the wrath to come The tree that doesn't bring forth Good fruits shall be hewn down And cast into eternal fire." The transition was quite easy He scurried from Elijah to John the Baptist And from John the Baptist to Elijah Oscillating between Sense and non-sense.