Joy of Desolation

I want to be left alone alone and away from my thoughts not the people around me they don't bother me, I do my mind bothers me every minute incarnates a new thought every thought leads to new problems with new solutions waiting to be found they will be found, but when? time is relative but how does it relate to me when nothing is willing to go at my pace unless— unless I coerce the cadence of my thoughts I reckon this may work