Everlasting
The first thing
In my mind
When I wake up

It is my mind thing
Always thinking
In the world
It is bottled up

Is it a sign of something
A message, a kind
all about timing
And time again

It is recurring
Non leaving
Simply stuck in between

It is acting
Everyone practicing
Saying lines not to mess up.

What I am saying
In the end
I don't make sense to myself.