Mind-Lenses!

I sit in the moving cage, amid several other cages,
on the road
and watch each sound as I would, words from a dear one's mouth;
this is motion
this is commotion
delusion...seclusion of some isolated notion...life erosion?

then,
he buys some bubbles,
he watches the stars,
he stops and gazes at the signal's pure red and holds that reflection in his eye
till it turns green,
each colour on the road's grey - white,yellow, green, blue, red, black -
is a 'still-sign' - hope, grief, joy, indifference, rage, injury -

then,
I am motion
I am commotion
subsumed by wired caution
or just a magic potion called illusion!