What's Happening To Me

What's happened to me, I can feel my brain, It is as if my head is a hand now, With two small fingers that can grab the rain. One on the left and one on the right brow. They tingle outside what's in the middle, When they move inside what's outside moves too, Waving in cryptic visions and riddles, Sticking to my skull as if made of glue. I do not know what to do anymore, I can feel everything inside of me, A symptom of syndrome that has no cure, A disease of mind that has broken free. Someone please help explain what has happened, To me, I feel in this mind I'm trapped in.