Thinker

Thoughts weak slow motion,
its contents, sometimes the city
rapid heartbeat eat.
Where is the time for humanity,
that there is no rush to all humanity,
eat?

My skin is up to the cart
between the wrinkled blanket.
How do we boil it
happiness mixed uproar soup,
That the spread of common sense in the world
monitors, does not break the wind
cerebral protective cowl?