Metaphysical Thoughts

II I am writing this segment in free-form poetry. Structureless rhyme schemes. I think lost myself again. my thoughts spiral. in the whirlpools of my mind might seem like a cliché to say but I really can’t ever unwind. However today, On one autumn evening, and not a particularly memorable one either, stood under a pink half-moon, to take a breather. a temperate fall breeze, finished the blunt, soul-felt light in the stillness of the night, I was enraptured by the essence of the atmosphere. instilled within me a sense of solitude, stood on two feet, the mind took flight. the shadow of my body plastered still on the concrete — imagine disquieting muses de Chirico. this allowed a man to be with his thoughts, lately, time been passing in light-years andromeda in my head they don’t see what I see trapped in society’s monotony daydreaming of an escape to some normalcy can be a cell for the mind’s full potential even Charles Darwin knew for the survival of the very human race discomfort and evolution are essential looking at the sky trying to visualize future realities or dreams I feel halfway there against the grain mentality not the type for handouts I want my dreams tangible 27000 days you have to live do you comprehend that I wish I could Shout it thorough this pen, and drop out and give up some days, but you wanna die living in regret and your same ways?