confused, thoughts running through my head, pitter patter of tiny synapses, time, time ignites thought, thought ignites more thought, heart strings are pulled by puppeteers in my head, and dreams and visions come rushing back, pushing through, coming forward, a light goes out, someone goes to bed, someone who's mind probably isn't on fire, a maelstrom, a bad place to be, penny for your thoughts, they're damaged goods, confused, kung fu tzed, unsure, unaware, blindsided by permission, and when the footpath seemed so clear mere days ago, the stars seemed destined, the path layed out, arrayed, displayed, understood, now lies in fog, unknown, undeterred, head in the clouds? feet in the fog. but walking.