Strings

  My thoughts Are on 
Strings It seems.

Someone Pulling, Vigorously.  
 
Like Power lines    
In the Wind.

Dreams and   
Nightmares 
Enter-tangling.

Up and Down like 
Bobber On water.

After climbing I fell
from The  highest
Tower.

The strings Inside the 
Fragile brain.

Are on the brink
Of genius
And Insanity.

So one Knows ones self 
And only when.

You understand 
Everything.

But as one knows;
No one knows
Anything.

So if you wanna 
Pull on 
strings
for laughs.

Pull your own 
Then 
you’ll see 
what Happens.