A new Jericho...

What will happen next? i really wonder... what is the next step of this war i've declared to my own being?
The castles and the walls of my sanity begin to collapse under the terrifying sounds of the trumpets... a new Jericho...
No more can i crawl to the dark places of safety in my mind, no room for that, and i can say with fear and pride along, no need for that either.
Flashing panels with all the colours of the rainbow taking place to form a new reality, a mental design unequivallent to none of the existened.
The faces of the people change, giving place to altered characteristics. Reality is a joke, a sketch, a dream. Here Chaos reigns, random clones of what i've read, what i've seen, what i had imagined or desired... No more i am the same man, the peace i look forward to have,to live in, tends to become a deal, a draw between myself and the divinity that dances around and inside...