A Paradox of Juxtaposition

A paradox of juxtaposition, I think therefore I am Think too deeply, that concept too becomes a sham I'm here inside but you get the outside vision I think therefore I am, a paradox of juxtaposition Aerial thoughts they crash me down to Earth This blessing not much more than a terrible curse I'm fine even if I'm out of sorts They bring me down to Earth, aerial thoughts I've figured it out, I'm far too sane It's the ultimate aim, though debilitating bane I quietly, internally scream and shout I'm far too sane, I've figured it out