Watching Visions

All alone-only me

Looking around, I think there's three,

Feeling strange but not deranged 

I turn the TV on, only in my mind!

The images, the visions are not so real

or make believe nor a pill

or a hallucination or a dream

or a memory of what has been.

The shapes, they move in all different waves

A kaleidoscope of movements within this haze

Men talking, about what? I do not know.

Perhaps it's AI, who knows? Oh well,

The visions they move with a strange delight

I watch them constantly

both day and night

Moving, changing, talking men. Who knows?

perhaps tomorrow a different stance

I'll stand here waiting for my newest show and my second chance.