Rambling on again like I always do.

Always curious, always distracted, the brain never stops.

Normality is in the open air now, you are in ice, but now after many hours you feel warm and cozy, why risk the cold?

But don't mistake the ice for breaking the machine, the gears are rearranged elsewhere.

Random things happen, in this place you don’t have memorable motives.

The cold eats up questions.

there never is an answer, our lips are sealed.

the gears continue turning.

You will never stop thinking many will pass straight through.

What is this now, emotion?

no. not here. not displayed

Hidden in a boiling pot sealed by a frozen lid, the pot will not be noticed today, 

until the lid blows off as the contents spill and burn away.

Problems.

Problems with no solutions, solutions without problems why are we like this?

Where would we go without worry, we can't.

Let's take the worry home. worry bringing the Imagination too, all twisted.

Worrying about where those gears really are.