To feel this way again.

It's this feeling again,

It returns now and then,

When I think things are well

I become lost again

Directions are blurred

Destination obscured

It is the climax of indecisiveness

It is the pinnacle of bored

"I know where I'm going,

I know what I want,

I know how to get there."

... Or not

It is frustrating, decapitating, humiliating

To feel this way again

When will it end?

Have I gone round the bend?

Again.

I feel like I'm lying to you

Have I made it all up?

Its not all in my head

It's not all in my head

Is it all in my head?

It is my head that is the problem

It is these thoughts - I can't stop them

And I feel I've forgotten

How to do normal things 

How to just blend in.

Again.

When speaking I lose my words

When interacting I lose my thoughts

When thinking I lose my track

Am i just immature? 

I have been here before.

The activity in my mind

Works quicker than rhymes

And I've not got the time

To describe what I find

So I get left behind

When neurology unwinds

It seems my reality is defined

By sociological lies

And broken ties

And the absence of rhyme

Or self-define

So now it is all mime

But none of it is mine.

Now I'm losing grip

I am losing it

I am bored of psychosis

Repetitive social osmosis

Reactive neurosis

It looks like I have lost this

and I feel this way again

 

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