Free Landing

My mind is twisted by thoughts unrestricted Swaying with winged birds in wishy washy trees I do not know whether I am or am not Not knowing whether existence permeates this body and thoughts I am not lost yet in thoughts I loose myself What ifs and when ifs plague thy tender mind Neither here nor there I cannot tell you where I am I fear For neither my heart nor my mind knows I am just existing And my existence confuses me right this moment When tenderness is abound I feel misplaced and mislead by my infant thoughts Than no longer travel with my fully grown mind