The Fool Am I

She trips the switch to ignite the line of information that illuminates a dark mind. A special spatial glimmering of words/worlds come dance to life. Of thoughts from brilliant daring leaps of logic, hope, imagination. I blurt out a destination which is recieved with a voracious curiousity only to be reminded of a day best left forgotten. With a quivering lip I am shown to be the fool I am.