Tiny eyes
Stare
Through magnified
Lenses
Blinking at a world
Hidden inside 
A fragile and 
Unknown  mind
Seeing nothing
That is real
Obsessed 
By ideas of other
People's lives 
And dreams and stories
Made from 
Candy floss
Blown by an 
Internal storm
Carrying them away
Some place
Where they can't 
See 
Where they can't stand
A spinning carousel
Fed by 
A haunted 
Feverous Imagination
Numbers 
Miscalculated 
Dangerous ideas
Breeding
On preconceived
Thoughts
Drawn from
The shadows
Of clouds

I don't know much
About these wind up
Puppets
But 
I've seen them shake
At the paper scissors
Dangling before 
Their eyes
Summoning
The forked daemons
That wait
Just 
Behind
Their 
Sanity