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.
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