My mind wanders continuously
To and from the hear and now
Seemingly
I don’t pay attention to what you say
Not true
I do, in a way
But thank you for talking at me
When you thought I couldn’t hear
Because the rhythm of your psychoses wears upon my soul
Weathering me
Not like the sapphire waves beating on a jagged coastline wearing a mighty cliff into the humblest grain of sand
Or anything quite that dramatic
More like the way subtle occurrences can effect ones perception so powerfully
And while I’m floating along
From one island of idea to another
I’m tethered to reality
By the ironic lifeline of your madness.