Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Trapped Thinking

Walk pass a side walk,
you see a skunk under the bush,
The smell in your imagination instantly shuts your mind,
Sitting in a white light lit room,
Words turn strange,
The eyes of the skunk haunt,
Blocking out fresh air,
and peaceful mood there,
Hours passed by,
Emotional illusion turns dead,
Hands shiver, why?
Life in the unusual setting goes muffle-red.