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