Dancing Through Spaghetti

If only there were no snakes
slithering out of the wires.
They come out of the outlets
for the mind
where we plug into some broadcast
and it curls brain cells
makes us see reality
through a kaleidoscope of lights
from the candles given by our parents
to the fireworks from our friends.

They all explode like unraveled
balls of strings
because they are a mixture
of those threads in feelings and thoughts
colorized by moods.

It gets stirred during the dark hallow hours
when imagination is a lover,
swiftly grabbing the mind
in those snarls of sanity.

Somewhere after midnight
as the needle of logic bends
suddenly that mental collage of chaos
actually seems to make sense.

Then the dim moments of reason
will weave an interpretation
for the surreal flashes in the head
and it will all have a happy ending
that by morning will make no sense.

During the light those cerebral canvas
shall drift around again
with more attempts made
for dancing through the 2am spaghetti
tossed and seasoned by creativity.