If my thoughts were a city
It would be called
Jumbletopia
There would be traffic jams everywhere
Some suburbs would only be occupied by the wind
And some old grifters
There would be bright sunny parks
And deep dark ravines underground
Threatening to breach the surface
“The weather over Jumbletopia is different every day”
The weatherman would say
“Today we have happy sunshine with a side of raging thunderstorms”
Jumbletopia is a crazy, dysfunctional place
I’m glad my thoughts aren’t a city