Clouded Head

White and airy

swept with every breeze

and whim

far from the ground

and the reality of gravity

plumb and lightweight

like a ball of cotton candy

at the end of a cone

at the carnival

of colours

spinning around

a head of confusion

and neon

as ideas come and go

like clouds

racing across the blue sea

always busy

but never stopping to wonder why

or to consider the bigger picture

of who they are

or where they are going

a sky of wandering ripples

chasing every fancy

always on the way

but never arriving

at something that will bring peace

to a life

a kite string

constantly turning

with the wind

winding itself into a knot