Frustrating Ends

Drifting minds of preset situations doing lost time in a self confined institute of corrections Trying with what's left of life, then finding out I'm losing touch with myself, losing love with family & friends, giving up on reality. Not knowing where it all ends or begins, then some how it pretends to be insanity, just posing as what's known as frustrating ends. Running in & out of faces,getting caught up in strange places with people I never met before, hoping to arrive in time for what I don't know, as long as I'm recognized by someone whose alive. I try pacifying my time with some type of line that I can't even write or a clock I can't unwind. Hoping to turn it all around, then find I'm not losing my mind. It's this state of frustration bringing on the signs of confusion without hesitation or literation as to why, it's driving me mad, causing me to hold onto what little memories I have of, what was once a good life. I had or still do have.