Battling the Timesaurus-Rex

Just thinking out of step

Uncontrollable organized chaos flowing through my veins,
I try to kiss the colors but it's all in vain.
There's a time-clock-dinosaur following odors of those estranged,
While I ride a silver-winged paradox to the manger in my brain.

They keep communicating in shades of blue-gray.
And my own hand is melting on my face.
I'm surrounded in yellow space.
This is an astronaut on an ambitious train
of thought