I walked the streets, a virtual stage; or so it seemed to me.
Make up on their faces, Ficleters took their places next to me.

I walked the streets in a Ficlet carnival of writings to see.
All those cheap thrill seekers, the poets and the authors,
they crowded around me.

Have I been blind? Have I been lost inside myself and my own mind?
Hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have seen?

I walked the streets in a fictitious spectacle of literary device; in the writer’s market, the scarlet welcome carpet that they just rolled out for me.

I walked these streets met by mad house asylum escapees, where wild eyed misfit wordsmiths, sat patiently behind keyboards pounding out Ficlets, as if just for me.

Have I been blind, have I been lost inside myself and my own mind?
Hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have seen?
Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have found, in that great Ficlets carnival, in that carnival?

Thanks to everyone for making this journey worth it. ;)