Very Open Mic...

Hear my words in another voice;
giving you these images
the choice is yours
to follow  thoughts not your own,
wander with the breeze like a feather
to see if you are borne
on the Winds of Chance
or the Winds of Change
How things evolve,
nothing remains the same
Can you remember how we started
on this train of thought
before it was that we were caught
in another silken strand
from the back of my mind?
The spider's web of synapses
the momentarily starts and stops
the lapses in memory but not feeling
leaving my senses reeling
and my chest heaving
but always wanting more...