Runny Mind

Runny mind Where's the words, where's the ideas I can't find. The memories coming, sometimes imaginative, This escape of thoughts - is having me contractive. The world seems more hectic, I float upon the life I live, I am floating, yet I'm still remaining poetic. There's no hinges to hang onto, There is nothing to undo. Whenever I think, go back to earth, My mind stumbles and faints, I loose breath. It's something I hate. It lies, that there's no neural path, That there is something I lack. Am I inside, a light maniac?! The runny mind, fails to startup, It's like it's in a constant nap, Although I am fully up. Sometimes I think, am I even alive?, The objects around are so cold and far. The people see me smile, but inside I am a scar. I cannot lie, it's all an undone tie.. The time seems to just fly, while I, simply go by. To understand me, who may feel this way? I can't even remember. What did I just say? Where is the key to unlock the steady mind, So the words and the ideas I will be able to find. My runny mind, Please come back to being kind, Seriously, quit pretending to be blind.