‘Cloud Cuckooland’

In the attic up above my sturdy shoulders
Is an extremely complex & computerized place
A work station of sanity with a spinning wheel of wonderment lies securely & firmly within this space

I am sorting the shelves from inside my thinking,
Cleaning the closet betwixt my delicate mind
I need to rearrange & rank information to make it obvious in order to find

My filing cabinet is cluttered amidst my frail brain
Past & period thoughts now of forgetfulness wax & wain
My doubts are disallusioned & somewhat dusty
Perhaps too much liquid has made them all rusty?

Order & chaos is a confused allusive
Facts are distorted, profoudly deep
Mania & mayhem is a trifle obtrusive
More rest & relaxing, some substance of sleep ?

I’ve racked it whilst I’ve ruined it
With mixed-up emotions
Perhaps I need an omega tonic or some healthier potions
There should be solace in my sad situations
With an abudance of newly creative notions

I need Tender loving care within my temple of vision
To rid desperation & denial
inside my thought room
I should blow the cobwebs from ridicule & realism,
Erase all cogs & crevaces of depression & doom

My passageways of perception
are a portfolio of possibilities,
I shall concentrate a cradle of serenity & calm
Coridoors of corners with ideas & abilities
To eliminate benches of bewilderment, chaos & harm

There are paths with strands of possible choices
handling slithers of sensational information
My threads are an entanglement of tainted confusion
Alas a ‘Cloud cuckooland’ is in my solitary station