Colloquial.

Jessie, Jessie -
What do you see?
Staring into time and space, bemused by thought and place?
How deep are the canyons of your mind?
How do your cloth sails billow when put upon the wind?

Jessie, Jessie -
You're an idiom, a mere figure of speech.
A sugar high, hit and miss, out of reach.
Words fall off your silent tongue, escaping before they can be caught.
Like butterflies fleeing from a net.

Jessie, Jessie -
A poetic jumble isn't enough.
You're not delving, you're shelving; thoughts tucked away in canopic jars.
Answer your questions. And then question your answers.
After all,
The spark must be lit at some point, somewhere.