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.