Ribbons, blue…

So many times,
the roads to downtown nowhere
collide at each and every corner,
with blue,
ribbon-like rivers of solitude;
statements of facts about
state of the art,
lost or found pieces
of a hard won peace
of mindless thought lives.
 

Ta-ra-ra-bum-tara,
ta-ra-ra bum-tara…
 

Marching bands of nonsense,
we are.
Each and every one of us,
god-likes…