There's a drip somewhere,
echoing inside my mind,
I try to ignore it,
to not realize how often my thoughts bring me back,
to that constant stream,
of echoing water.
I realize that I've lost my senses,
and my thoughts can no longer pertain to one topic,
but keep flowing back,
to the echoing that is so enchanting.
I make little mistakes in my daily life,
more clumsy now than ever,
As my concentration melts away into nothingness.
I can't seem to get you off my mind.