Scrambled thoughts

I saw stories walk past me. Busy stories. Stories hurrying towards the phantasmagoria of destination. Chronicles pushing me aside as they run to beginning. Tales spiraling down to nothingness. I heard sad accounts booing the happy ones, arrogance of indigence shaming the well off. Soulless stories looking down at each other as if they were not stories at all. Stories hiding their hollows behind sunglasses. I saw an epic beg for a penny.Insignificant stories weighing themselves out. Disappointments cooking scrambled thoughts for supper. Graying libraries waiting to be buried, treasures ticking away unnoticed. I heard irony threaten to marry off the soul-mates.  I saw the conductor frantically waving his wand as nervous lips discover the first sparks. Vendors recycling ideas into textbooks. Worlds moving past without gravity.Worlds colliding together. People shunning Pluto. Comets lighting up the lonely nights, matchsticks grazing past the matchbox. And in this city of dilemma , as i stood on the over-bridge wearing my invisible cloak, you sang significance in my ears and another story set sail